"I only have a couple of things." he explains. "I only have a couple of things." I show him.

He says, "Don't worry, Uncle Mark. I'm going to cry my ass off tonight in the hotel room."

I go hiking south of Prague with Dirk, Attila, Mandi, and David. We walk for two hours, have lunch at a small village restaurant run by Michal Karonski, and then walk for another two hours. Attila is whining

This month, the coffee in the office has changed from putting five crowns in a cup every time you have a coffee, to putting a tick by you name on a list stuck on a wall beside the

Keevash gets the Birmingham post-doc. I get a NSERC post-doc fellowship.  It easily beats the Korean one, but how do I convince Eunjoo of this? I will spend 2 years at SFU. Turns out that Eunjoo expected this,

I write "Get out of town!" on a brick and throw it through a randomly chosen window. Inside, a strong-jawed but gentle-eyed single father is sitting on a sofa making notes on stack of papers while

I learn that Ross Kang, who was also at the Birmingham interviews, has got the NSERC post-doc fellowship that I am waiting to hear about. This disturbs me. There will probably be 200-300 of them given out, but

I fly to Birmingham for a interview to do a post-doc with Kuhn and Osthus.  I have not been doing much extremal graph theory lately, having somehow transitioned to graph homomorphisms, but I could certainly stand to get