Things seem to move faster in the summer. I saw Phish on Sunday at SPAC. We had a nice little group of people there: Colin, Anna, Fred, Emily, Jamie, Jen, and Ashley !(Nied || Brady). We tailgated in the parking lot beforehand. Jamie assembled the grill in record time, and only attached three parts upside-down. I sipped bourbon from my flask as I watched him. I was a little too buzzed to follow grill-assembly instructions, but exactly buzzed enough to properly soak the coals with accelerant. And so our fire was born. A hungry girl approached our encampment and requested munchies. Apparently, the appropriate question to ask after “If I pay you, can I eat that?” is: “Are they… you know?” That second question being hippie-speak for “Will those cookies get me high?” We gave her a cookie and sent her on her way. It turned out we had plenty of food, which we gave to some random guys; it was the happiest day of their lives, and so they gave us water.
SPAC was smaller than I had expected, and it was cramped on the lawn. But the weather couldn’t have been better and I enjoyed the music. Phish did some fantastic jams following Drowned (The Who cover) and Twist. YEM was fun as always, though the a cappella at the end lacked the energy and variety that I prefer. In honor of father’s day, Page’s dad came out and did a little singing and tap dancing. I shit you not. Fan-made balloons later declared: “Page’s dad’s the shit!” The glowstick war during Seven Below was one of the most energetic I’ve seen, due, I’m sure, to the sheer density of people.
Speaking of things getting faster, my group at IBM is celebrating our accomplishment. As of yesterday, we officially have two of the top ten fastest computers in the world. They’re just prototypes of the full machine, which we anticipate will beat the fastest machine with a severity typically reserved for red-headed step-children.
In closing, I’d like to point you toward this comment, in which someone on /. decides to lay the beat-down on someone else for not RTFA. Also, I recently spoke with Elie, who had won a Porsche playing online poker, about his thesis. He apologized for not including me in the acknowledgments:
If I were to write it now, I would foretell of a day when another would arrive for a semester in my place, just as I had that fateful year, and bring with him copious knowledge of even faster projections of partitions, as the wise men had once foretold, elucidating all those around him in his didactic teachings, evoking awe and fear in the hearts of mere mortal professors.
Apology accepted.
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June 23rd, 2004 at 7:54 pm
I know Adam has said this before, but Phish fans are really fantastic! Wish I was a fan longer.
