Me: "ice is really crazy, huh"
Kid: "Mmmm yaaaa"
Me: "how do you figure it floats? what does that tell you about the nature of the solid state vs the liquid?"
Kid: "ice melty. Kittycat!"
So, I did the proper thing: I stayed an hour, made chitchat, and did something I've never done before: took the sixpack I brought back with me. Nobody had touched it (still in bag), and it wasn't really a beerbecue anyway. I know it's a mega douche move, but a) sometimes a man has to go with his gut and b) it was really good beer.
In other notes, my work is glacially productive, my girlfriend is in San Antonio, and my knee hurts.
Also, why the fuck do old people like Panera so much? Every time I go there for a work-escape for reading and scones and decent coffee, it's swarmed with the elderly. What gives?
Finally, I just read this Feynman quote, which I like: he's a guy I pretty much roll my eyes at, and get sick of people worshipping him, but he hits this spot on. I know it's pompous, but I'm kind of a pompous guy myself at heart.
It is too bad that it has to be mathematics, and that mathematics is hard for some people. It is reported--I do not know if it is true--that when one of the kings was trying to learn geometry from Euclid he complained that it was difficult. And Euclid said, `there is no royal road to geometry.' And there is no royal road. Physicists cannot make a conversion to any other language.
I'm such a slut for secret-knowledge aesthetics.