I nod, not saying anything. As always, a separate, more complete
dialogue passes between us, in the space just above our heads.
Suzanne Finnamore, Otherwise Engaged
2:09:08
bed, short shorts, air conditioner
Well, I need to go to sleep (and also plan a class for tomorrow, and
also put in some writing on the research paper we're submitting next
month, and also do some work that will pay me money, and also email the
young lady who'll be moving into my room and hopefully buying some of
my furniture, and also, and) but I thought it would be good for me to
at least try to keep up with the major life decisions here.
I'm moving to Athens this summer and sometime in August will start
research with Prashant Doshi
on matching ontologies in the semantic web; I'll probably get to throw
some natural language and machine learning into that graph theory
which will make me very happy. We'll see if I get to continue
interesting educational research as well, or if that might wait
until after I become an illustrious professor.
Continue educational research, you say? What cool things are you
already doing with teaching badass kids computer science? Oh, that
would be this.
I'm having a wonderful time and really hoping that we get to turn this
into an annual program, and also that one day I get to have a hand in
designing introductory computer science curricula. It's the best thing
I've done so far in terms of being fun, rewarding, and constantly
challenging.
I got to spend a few weeks in Savannah and Atlanta and Athens
recently, and did a roadtrip with my folks down from here, and saw my
little brother graduate at a gorgeous campus of old trees and old
books. And graduated myself. And saw two of my favorite people get
married! We've had a heat wave, I spent some fun times swimming and
jetskiin' in Lake Lanier, I'm getting my stuff prepped to mail south,
I'm constantly thinking -- this is the last time I'll be doing this,
eating here, hugging my friend goodnight on this streetcorner in NYC,
at least for a little while.
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Marilyn C. Cole (email), 27, New York City, an apartment in the
Hamilton Heights end of Harlem, since August 2006. Before that,
Atlanta, Georgia for seven years, through a Georgia Tech computer
science degree and three years of learning how to be a grown-up and
still have fun. Before that, ten years in Savannah, the place that
gives her stability, that she considers to be home. Before that,
short stints in middle Georgia next to a lake; on Tybee Island next
to the beach; in a suburb of Dallas, Texas during the peak of
Dallas (the nighttime soap opera); the middle of Oklahoma for
the birth of her little brother; and Nashville, Tennessee, where she
greeted this mad messed up world.
Attending New York University's Courant Institute of Mathematical
Sciences, taking coursework toward her Masters in Computer Science,
with debatable ambitions in the direction of a Ph.D. in something or
other.
Simply head over heels for a
musician whose songs makes her
woozy, whose words make her happy, who she wants to marry one day.
Strawberry-blonde hair, blue-green-yellow eyes, pale skin
with freckles.
academia,
acoustic guitar,
acting intelligent, adventures in the car,
after-rain smell, alanis morissette, angelina jolie, ani difranco,
articulateness, artificial intelligence, audrey hepburn, avocados,
bad pick up lines, beauty, being egotistical, being insecure, ben
folds, bertrand russell, bisexuality, björk, black eyeliner,
blackberries, bloody marys, books,
britney spears, bubble baths, candy, cat power, cemeteries, cheap red
wine, collar bones, conan o'brien, cooking, cool points, crisp pickle
spears, dancing, dar williams, daria, death cab for cutie,
dismemberment plan, douglas coupland,
drinking, drugs, eating outside, eeevil, elvis costello, english
accents, etiquette, falling in love,
feminism, firefly, fishnets,
flowers, freaks and geeks, frolicking, fun, getting my way, gilmore
girls, gin and tonics, girls, google, grammatical correctness, greek
mythology, hal9000, handwritten letters, happiness, harold and maude,
harry potter, harry/draco, homemade t-shirts, hot hot baths,
intelligence, jem, joel, kids in the hall, kissing, kittens,
knee-high socks, knitting, late night conversations, laughing, life,
luna lovegood, magnetic poetry, making things, margaret atwood, math,
max rebo, mazzy star, messy hair, milk, mirah, modest mouse, my
computer, my mama and
daddy
and little bro,
night swimming, nintendo, nonsense, not waiting,
nudity, new york, originality, pi, pie,
pillows, pinky and the brain, radiohead, rainer maria, reading in the
bathtub, red popsicles, richard bach, road trips,
robots, rocking
out, roller coasters, sandals, sarcasm, seduction,
sexuality, shoes,
sifl & olly, simon & garfunkel, simone de beauvoir, singing very
loudly, skirts that twirl, sleep, songs: ohia, soup, stars, staying
up too late, subversive literature, sushi, swings, sylvia plath,
tetris, thai food, the beach, the color pink,
the history channel, the month of october, the simpsons, the smell of
bookstores, the windows down, the word indeed, thrift stores,
thunderstorms, virginia woolf, weezer, wet trampolines, winks, words.
