Okay, so here’s the thing about rabbits: They’re not much good at dancing. How do I know this? I dated one once. I know what you’re thinking: “Not all rabbits are like your ex. It’s not okay to generalize about a group based on one bad experience, you specieist bigot.” Well, alright then. You date
The table with the big computer at the elementary school’s science expo is relatively empty. The grad students running it are sitting there feeling slightly awkward. They thought this was going to be for high schoolers. They’ve created a computer simulation of the universe. Not the real universe of course, but a 3+1 dimensional universe
One day, while out for a stroll, you come across your friend the desert Tortoise praying to Set, the god of desert, storms, disorder, violence, and foreigners in Egyptian mythology. You wait politely for the Tortoise to finish, and then say “Hi Tortoise, how are you?” After exchanging pleasantries, the Tortoise makes a thoughtful expression
pastiche: a work of art in the style of another artist This post is the last in a series of three pastiches of French authors. As with the other two, there is commentary at the end. The first post (Stendhal). The second (Flaubert). There were in essence two Caltechs: The Caltech with a campus that
pastiche: a work of art in the style of another artist This post is the second in a series of three pastiches of French authors, all depicting undergraduate life at Caltech, appended with commentary targeted at readers with no familiarity with French literature. The first post in the series. It was eleven fifteen pm, Friday,
pastiche: a work of art in the style of another artist For a class I took my last term of college, I wrote pastiches of three different French authors—Stendhal, Flaubert and Proust—all depicting undergraduate life at Caltech. I set out to answer the question, approximately “What do the lenses these artists provide tell us about
