Coincidences

Am visiting some friends in Lafayette (IN) this weekend. While walking around Gino's neighborhood with Gino, his 2yo son Luca, and Filippo, we are telling jokes, and I remember the one mentioned by Caolionn in her blog yesterday ("What do you call a smart blonde ? A golden retriever"). I tell the joke, and in the matter of five seconds what do I see coming along ? A very nice female golden retriever!

So we chat with Gino's neighbor and play a bit with her dog, and we learn that the dog's name is Chance! Well, what can I say... Appropriate name!

Comments

[ciro iuorno]

ignoro la fisica ,purtroppo , ma capisco le coincidenze !! ....

[little miss demosthenes]

laffy?! i live 30 miles south from laf, IN! you ought to drop by and visit me too! [lol]

but you shouldn't, my house is difficult to locate, and our next out-of-home plan is really indianapolis. -.-

[Tommaso Dorigo]

Well, we were about to go to Indianapolis on Sunday (the children museum you have there, I am told, is spectacular) but then got lazy...
The world is a small place.
T.

[little miss demosthenes]

yes, a small world indeed. a good way to bump heads with me is to pretend that you are presenting another thingie promoting science at my school, and i can sneak in to give you a large box of belgian chocolate*. then you can sneak away [feign illness, or spontaneously collapse on the gym floor] with the chocolate without ever having to actually present. it would be rather funny...

*in which you will have to pay me back for someday, of course. no such thing as free chocolate

[Tommaso Dorigo]

Hi Demie,
I prefer to collapse on the gym floor to feigning illness. It is much more spontaneous. But thanks for the
belgian chocolate, which I like. Leonidas ?
Anyway, if all students at your school are as smart as you look, I think it would not take me too much will to collapse... Better a Higgs talk at Moriond QCD, I'm more comfortable amidst my peer.
Cheers
T.

[little miss demosthenes]

rofl, no, a) my "smartness" is a total misconception && b) most people at my school are extremely imbecilic. even the teachers! long story; im actually transferring out because i feel so bored here, but consequentially means my removal from all my friends... who aren't imbecilic, but amusing.

i encourage you to give our class lectures. even if we aren't as smart as you, we're still generally curious humans, eh? i mean, without curiosity, we really wouldn't be a human.

the only down/up side is our physics class [im not in it, "our" meaning the school's] has recently acquired this strange and conceited student teacher named Mr. Roberts, and since he annoys the hell out of me, but he's also a nice person, i have managed to convince him i am a preppy, math-despising girl. so far these happenings have brought the lunch conversation to a new level of hilarity.

belgian chocolate is always good. for some reason, regular chocolate made by well-known companies like hersheys just get sticky in your throat, and acidy [fatty acid?] when you eat too much, but you can NEVER get enough of swiss or belgian chocolate! no wonder one of my friends told me how weird "american" chocolate was like! it must be when you're used to the high standards of candy.

i must stop ranting here and either work on my project that is due tomorrow, or read more of PhD, the online comic. ehhh... i think i'll stick with reading comics. they seem to require less... work. im sure im taking up unnecessary comment space meant to comment on your *post* and not my boring life. sorry for getting so carried away.

cheers!
-demie

ps: how did you know my name so quickly? it took QuarkHead a full week before he finally got around to calling me "demie" and not the aristocratic "little miss demosthenes". as my ex-friend remarked, "how can he ever get higgs field down correctly if he can't recognize you by your proper name?"

[Tommaso Dorigo]

Hi,
don't overrate me and underrate yourself. One day you will be 39 and you will still be pretty much the same person you were at 14, and thinking back at those days you will appreciate having been more proud even if young!
Forget hersh**s. That's not chocolate! You should try "Perugina". It's italian, but by no means any inferior to swiss or belgian chocolate (if you read my posts you'll realize I'm not driven by patriotism or anything alike). Perugina's "Baci" (kisses) are my favourite chocolate candies. They are made with thick dark chocolate covering a whole hazelnut on top of a paste made with milk chocolate and crushed hazelnuts. Hmmm :-9
And please, do read comics. You're supposed to, not that I dislike your reading my blog, but there always will be time for more serious business!
Your name ? I think your friend has a good point :-)
I'm a researcher, and I can research names as well as I can research particles.
Cheers
T.
Oh and BTW, I'd be more than happy if you crashed the server with a too long comment. That'd allow me to know the limit! There is no "decency" limit in a comment. Paste here the Encyclopedia Britannica if you like. Only, try to keep it interesting!
...But, if I know you, you're more likely to crash the server with an illegal script!
T.

[little miss demosthenes]

thanks for replying! ^^

here are some points. i feel groggy and no longer want to write out an actual post, but a series of bullets

*my blog is no longer greenbellpeppers; click on my name and go to www.nostalgicinfinity.tk. and i dont use sparkling_watermelon@mindless.com either, it's liquid.nitrogen@gmail.com.

*the 25 year old mathematician, lethe, is no longer "my friend".

*im already upset that i turned 14. i don't think i could stand myself as 39, with STILL no life. that's why i have plans this year -- before i turn 15, to write a book. if you've read my newer blog, my fellow coder saevar feels the same way -- it just isn't as impressive. deep down inside, we're all egotistical children wanting much attention from the "adult world", particularly lattice theorists in brookhaven, or something. the reason for this is because we lack social lives, or sufficient compliments to boost our daily self-esteem. pathetic, but it works. i bet most of my friends would die to wear a shirt with the laplace transform just to look smart. then again, after i emailed torvalds, most of them already do.

*i dont overrate you nor underrate myself.

[pause]

actually, i do, but it's *otay* to do that right? after all, we're still teenagers living in a shabby house, and you have a job -- as a researcher. somehow, having a job makes the person appear more important because he's actually doing things "For the World". im not kidding you, that is how we think. psychologically speaking. sure, we're boisterous and pretend we're all that, sometimes screaming in the middle of the class that we've found a proof for riemann, or, more dramatically, falling to the floor feigning an epileptic seizure. of course we have an attitude, and we flaunt it as much as possible. but... its only drama that makes us feel important. otherwise, we'd actually know that we're still dependant on adults, no matter how all-that we are. so i guess in the end it's only a natural human process for me to view you as the next god, and to view myself and my peers as trembling peasants awaiting your order.

actually, i dont know you offline, so i probably wouldn't take orders from you. but hey, you said to keep my posts rambly [as in pretty long to test the limits of the comment option, or lack of one] and interesting, right? well, an insight into how teenagers think is pretty interesting, if not, important. too often we're just labeled as *obnoxious*, or *immature*, when there's so much more going on. it's not just gaining popularity that's a pain, it's also living up to standards people hold you to, or their assumptions that you can solve anything they ask.

*yes! i will keep that in mind and try your chocolate suggestions. mmm... anything chocolate is anything good.

*no evil scripts crashing servers from me. im not *that* bad of a child.

*oh yes, i love comics. but right now i have 3 overdue essays up my sleeve, and a book to finish, so maybe not. then again, knowing myself, i probably would read comics anyway.

*ps: if i visit the fermilab, i will tell you, and you will have to wear an outfit that i will eventually send you via FedEx. don't worry, it's not the energizer bunny thing. that way i can have someone to make fun of when i go there, as if you wear that every single day of your life. it's another ego-boosting thing. if you're not good enough, berate another person! instant feel-better.

of course, i will pay you. i think.

well, have a good night! sorry for the late post, had to serve a friday.

cheers!
-demie

disclaimer: demie was drunk on ice cream when she wrote this. mathematicians tend to have bad influences on her ways of life, including giving into withdrawal. do not hold her accountable for anything she says. thank you.