A few weeks ago gutierrez mentioned he'd be coming to Singapore, on the pretext of a conference. Rather quickly we started hoping to meet up, to discover that he has very little time in town, and much of it was rather tightly scheduled around conference activities. In fact, the past week has been a volley of my e-mailing him to report that I'm not available because of class work -- or, today, a medical screening appointment I had forgotten -- and him e-mailing that he's not available because of conference obligations. I was ready to accept we weren't going to meet this trip when I got his e-mail that he was free; could I meet him at 7:30? Since it was 7:00, and he was downtown, this could be a challenge, but I leapt in, found the buses too slow, waiting in an exceedingly slow queue for a taxi, and got a cab ride from a driver who kept talking. I assumed he was talking on his hand phone, but I have the disconcerting feeling he was talking to me. At the least he kept muttering ``Hah'' or ``Right'' at traffic.( Collapse )
Also, we concluded that zombies do not have intellectual property rights because every time they get their shambling hands on intellectual property, to wit, brains, they eat it. I'm not sure why, but at the time, this was a sensible thing to talk about.
Trivia: After a brief subsiding of the disease in September 1918, New Jersey residents reported at least 300,000 cases of influenza in October, November, and December 1918. Source: New Jersey: America's Main Road, John T Cunningham.
Currently Reading: Quiz Craze: America's Infatuation with Game Shows, Thomas A DeLong.