interpret your Ph.D. thesis in dance form.

Hmmmm, the title (Negotiating Culture) I could do, the actual argument (about how different postwar French groups used the arrival of American films to pursue their own agendas), I'm not so sure.

interpret your Ph.D. thesis in dance form.

Dynamics of Data Transport on Communication Networks? Maybe because I didn't write it (yet! Hopefully pretty soon! No, really), I can't think of how to dance it.

The MA thesis is easier, I think: Behavior of Traffic under the Influence of Bottlenecks.

I heard a story once about a physics conference which had an extremely tight schedule, so some of the lecturers only had five minutes each to present their talks, and they were not allowed to bring any presentations, pictures, graphs, papers - any aids at all. Just stand for five minutes and talk. One of the lecturers really wanted to have a very important graph presented in his talk, even though it was that short. But, no - no presentations, no transparencies, nothing was allowed, no matter how much he asked.

So he had his wife knit him a sweater, with the graph knitted on it, as part of the sample, and wore it for the lecture.

So he had his wife knit him a sweater, with the graph knitted on it, as part of the sample, and wore it for the lecture.

That is so rad!! And what a devoted wife!

I rode outside yesterday morning and I still haven't warmed up completely.

One navy loafer, one black one.

I did this with gloves last week. Well they were both black, but one was big and bulky, and the other one was a dress glove.

This headline is very misleading: Wolverine: The Latest Furry Sensation

That's when I found that I had been too vigorous in my flinging and had tossed the purse into the backseat while the lunch bag landed in the passenger seat.

I arrived at school today, reached for my keys on my belt, realized I'd forgotten them in the bathroom, and walked all the way around the school to go in the back way. I was almost to my next-door-neighbor's room to ask her for her key when I found my keys -- on the other side of my belt.

The worst part is, I think this is the side I usually put them on. For some reason I just forgot and looked for them on the wrong side.

rainpocalypse has started here. Other people in my office seem very nonchalant about what sounds to me like a tree branch banging against the side of the building.

Funny yet informative guide to the subprime mortgage mess: [link]

So he had his wife knit him a sweater, with the graph knitted on it, as part of the sample, and wore it for the lecture.

That is awesome.

Giant killer harmless robot to go into space tomorrow....

CAPE CANAVERAL, Fla. - Astronauts bound for orbit this week will dabble in science fiction, assembling a "monstrous" two-armed space station robot that will rise like Frankenstein from its transport bed.

Putting together Dextre, the robot, will be one of the main jobs for the seven Endeavour astronauts, who are scheduled to blast off in the wee hours of Tuesday, less than three weeks after the last shuttle flight.

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With 11-foot arms, a shoulder span of nearly 8 feet and a height of 12 feet, the Canadian Space Agency's Dextre — short for dexterous and pronounced like Dexter — is more than a little intimidating, at least for astronaut Garrett Reisman.

"Now I wouldn't go as far to say that we're worried it's going to go run amok and take over the space station or turn evil or anything because we all know how it's operated and it doesn't have a lot of its own intelligence," Reisman told The Associated Press last week.

"But I'll tell you something ... He's enormous and to see him with his giant arms, it is a little scary. It's a little monstrous, it is."

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