misc.

I've only gotten to the gym once this week--and for an abbreviated workout, because I had a sore shoulder--but I've been walking around up here. Up here being hilly, that's more exercise than it might sound like, especially on the bits where the pavement is crumbling and dry oak leaves conceal the gaps.

Walking in the hills on a cloudy day may not do much for my mood--there was almost nothing to see--but at least it's a good workout. And sometimes one moment justifies the hour: having seen almost no birds, and almost nothing green (unlike the lawns down at the bottom of the hill), suddenly there was bright yellow to my left. A sunflower. About a foot tall, but a genuine sunflower, open to the sun, bright even from behind, as I'd seen it.

If I seem to be writing a lot about the weather and such, it's because there's nothing else going on here. No job, no interviews, likely nothing until January. Maybe I'll run away from home for a week, stay with a friend someplace where it doesn't feel weird not to be going to work in the morning.

misc.

I've only gotten to the gym once this week--and for an abbreviated workout, because I had a sore shoulder--but I've been walking around up here. Up here being hilly, that's more exercise than it might sound like, especially on the bits where the pavement is crumbling and dry oak leaves conceal the gaps.

Walking in the hills on a cloudy day may not do much for my mood--there was almost nothing to see--but at least it's a good workout. And sometimes one moment justifies the hour: having seen almost no birds, and almost nothing green (unlike the lawns down at the bottom of the hill), suddenly there was bright yellow to my left. A sunflower. About a foot tall, but a genuine sunflower, open to the sun, bright even from behind, as I'd seen it.

If I seem to be writing a lot about the weather and such, it's because there's nothing else going on here. No job, no interviews, likely nothing until January. Maybe I'll run away from home for a week, stay with a friend someplace where it doesn't feel weird not to be going to work in the morning.

I'm not a work of art, I'm not a frog

But...

If I were a Springer-Verlag Graduate Text in Mathematics, I would be W.B.R. Lickorish's An Introduction to Knot Theory. I am an introduction to mathematical Knot Theory; the theory of knots and links of simple closed curves in three-dimensional space. I consist of a selection of topics which graduate students have found to be a successful introduction to the field. Three distinct techniques are employed; Geometric Topology Manoeuvres, Combinatorics, and Algebraic Topology. Which Springer GTM would you be? The Springer GTM Test

I'm not a work of art, I'm not a frog

But...

If I were a Springer-Verlag Graduate Text in Mathematics, I would be W.B.R. Lickorish's An Introduction to Knot Theory. I am an introduction to mathematical Knot Theory; the theory of knots and links of simple closed curves in three-dimensional space. I consist of a selection of topics which graduate students have found to be a successful introduction to the field. Three distinct techniques are employed; Geometric Topology Manoeuvres, Combinatorics, and Algebraic Topology. Which Springer GTM would you be? The Springer GTM Test

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I'm listening to Andy talk to a friend and ex-coworker on the phone; the company is really and finally shut down, as of this afternoon, and she's the one who had to ride it all the way down, keeping books and tracking stuff and dealing with the liquidators. Not fun for any of them--Andy's company was full of people who liked each other, and will continue to socialize together even now that they aren't working in the same place, whereas I'm trying to find the energy to send out holiday cards to a few people from my old office, so they'll remember I exist and maybe think of me. Even the people there I liked, I talked to on company time, I didn't go to the movies with them, or meet them for dim sum on the weekends.

It's weird here, weird for both of us and feeding back on/to each other's moods in odd ways. And even in a good year, December is a bad month for job-hunting.

But I've made a couple of social plans for the next few days; cooked us a tasty if simple dinner; and even got a little cleaning done yesterday.

And so it goes.

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I'm listening to Andy talk to a friend and ex-coworker on the phone; the company is really and finally shut down, as of this afternoon, and she's the one who had to ride it all the way down, keeping books and tracking stuff and dealing with the liquidators. Not fun for any of them--Andy's company was full of people who liked each other, and will continue to socialize together even now that they aren't working in the same place, whereas I'm trying to find the energy to send out holiday cards to a few people from my old office, so they'll remember I exist and maybe think of me. Even the people there I liked, I talked to on company time, I didn't go to the movies with them, or meet them for dim sum on the weekends.

It's weird here, weird for both of us and feeding back on/to each other's moods in odd ways. And even in a good year, December is a bad month for job-hunting.

But I've made a couple of social plans for the next few days; cooked us a tasty if simple dinner; and even got a little cleaning done yesterday.

And so it goes.