"Don't look for them." I insist. "How can I talk about graphs if nobody here trusts me? Math is about trust, and you lot got none of it in you."

But how are we getting fall weather in the spring? I wonder if perhaps the earth's orbit has reversed. It reminds me of the old pseudo-science classic "Worlds in Collision" by Immanuel Velikovsky.

I am overwhelmed by the savory aroma of an Indian curry. An assault of cumin, a slight waft of turmeric, and-- subtle in the background-- caramelized onions. Delicious! But also, who cooks in the elevator?

"Eetspurns, turn eet off!"

Very nice. From Canada, yes. I would like to invite you to lunch with Miss Lee and Miss Kim, and our members.

And while not everyone that applies can be Eduardo Tengan, we do want students that have a reasonable mathematical background

"Well..." his defeated expression fades the tiniest bit. "Maybe it would be okay if you yelled."

I'm walking through campus on my way home. A man dressed as though he has been doing construction approaches and asks me directions to the North Gate. It happens more than it should.  Koreans in Korea