WG Blues

Spending the day by drinking too much black coffee, maybe cleaning the bathroom & kitchen, and of course, working on math while listening to Bach in my room on a rainy Saturday sounded good to me.

It sounds also pretty nerdy. However, in the last two weeks all I did was party, meet new people, and have a helluva good time. It was time to sit down and go through some math.

I, as of late have become interested in certain things in number theory, the use of game theory (I'm only up to starting to learn about the Nash bargaining equilibrium and still working on it), and of course unsolvable problems (mostly unsolvable prime number conjectures & hypothesis... because I am a gluten for punishment)

However, it didn't really work out that way today. I was awoken by a hoard of medical students in my kitchen. Seeing as I practically live in the kitchen and they were having breakfast while listening to loud music and having even louder conversations I knew I was fucked.

We do share this flat. And nothing has been done wrong, however inconvenient it is. But I cannot do math when the kitchen is full of chatty medical students. More over, going out to get coffee becomes some sort of social experience. I don't want to say hello, I don't want to actually have to say hi just to take a leak (which, of course, my bathroom is right next to the kitchen so they are camping out on my doorstep, the kitchen and my personal bathroom all at the same time). Most days I am a hello-saying social guy. However when it is math time it's fuck-off for a nice how-do-you-do. That's just how I get down. I'd rather spit on some one than to make eye contact when I work. That is the art of mathematics. To not live in this world yet some how at the same time trying to tell every one that it is the science of describing everything in nature (and out of it of course). It is a means to hide from the world and people.

I'm still listening to the Goldberg Variations and could actually imagine calling up Goldberg to play just for the soothing calmness which was intended for the benefit of the sleepless Russian ambassador to Saxony. (Does that sound egotistical? I think it does)

Oh well, at least if an accident were to befall me I would be in good hands with this gaggle of Heidelberger medical students swarming in the adjacent room.