I think that's a full 1/3 of the time I've been on Husi.
I have to finish some homework, mostly trivial. That reminds me of a Rudin problem, for some reason: "Every closed set in a separable metric space is the union of a perfect set and a set that is at most countable." It's not bad if you know the trick, but before you do, it will get you stuck for hours and hours and hours. We don't get into that stuff yet. When we do, there will be two sorts of people: people who have worked through Rudin or whatever and people who haven't. Me, I did it 10 years ago while diarizing at K5. But that's only chapter 2, anyway, it's just topology.
I drank some beer (Goose Island Nut Brown, mostly nostalgic and on sale), but I still have to do some work.
We ate at a Thai restaurant - it was remarkably pricey for its quality. I could get better for the price in downtown Chicago, so I'm not sure what these backwoods numbnuts are doing. I could eat duck in downtown Chicago for cheaper than their pedestrian fare. And not in a dive-type place, a shiny place.
Before this, I had Bell's Porter because it was on sale. I like Bell's.
I'm secretly reading a bit of Esperanto just in case I have to drop out and form a utopian colony of goatherds who, obviously, speak Esperanto. It's my backup plan.
My beard is getting big.
Agriculture is the wave of the future.
I kind of feel sorry for Mitt about the "binder full of women" thing. Yeah, the phrase is great, and, yeah, it turns out that's not how it came to pass, but, on the other hand, women are severely underrepresented at that level and it's good he was doing something.
What this also reminds me of: the practice of binding books in human skin. It was a thing back in the day. Some people requested it to be done. Sometimes convicted murderers had copies of the judicial proceedings bound in their skin.
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