Dispatches from the library

  • Apparently my computer has some hard-to-diagnose computer ailment. In a sequence of events that bears striking parallels to those often experienced in my country’s health care system for humans, this has resulted in the blasted machine being discharged – thrice – from the hospital for sick computers before it was fully cured, only to be sent back for more tests and treatment. Fortunately, my computer’s health care has another important feature in common with mine: it is free. Unfortunately, I don’t know how long the waiting list is before it can see the appropriate specialist. Blissfully, this whole thing has been handled by my father, who has advocated tirelessly on its behalf. And now that I’ve praised my father, I won’t feel as guilty when I post this hilarious story involving him making a really stupid bet with my brother back when we were kids. Stay tuned!
  • I had a lovely, lovely week at Mathcamp. Briefly:
  • I taught two classes – a squishy, very visual version of projective geometry, and Calculus Without Calculus – to the best audience of ten that anyone has ever taught. Rather than having students bitch and moan about how I gave them homework that, like, was totally unfair because it made them think and shit, I had students request that I skip the routine calculations because there were only ten minutes left in class and they wanted to get to the cool stuff. I also had those same students construct a model of the real projective plane using carrots and toothpicks.
  • On the whole, our campers kick all kinds of ass in all kinds of ways. However, every now and again we encounter some unpleasant behaviours that need to be addressed. For instance, we often have a small but vocal contingent of campers who boast, at length, about their mathematical prowess. Last year, some of the staff had the idea of addressing these sorts of things by presenting humourous skits that parodied the unpleasant behaviour.
  • Fellow Mathcamp staff member A had the idea of writing a skit in which one character, played by me, would list all of the insanely difficult (”for a beginner, I suppose”) math classes she was taking. In researching for the part, we decided we needed to come up with extremely technical-sounding class names – ones that appeared to be about math, but were actually nonsense. We spent some time trying to come up with such technical sounding gibberish, until A had an idea: “Go to the ArXiv,” he suggested, “and look up quantum algebra!”
  • A simple permutation of preprint titles resulted in our fictitious braggart boasting about her exploits in hypercategory theory, m-difference representations, quantum affine algebroids, cohomology of semiregular twistor spectra, and quasi-coherent sheaves on Calabi-Yau manifolds, Moore Method.
  • I think our message got through. And if any of those topics do exist, I’m not sure I want to know.
  • And now I’m back at not-Mathcamp, still waiting the remaining two weeks for the hardworking bureaucrats at the Employment Insurance headquarters to finish transfering my file from one address to the next. Fortunately, as long as the good people at Texas Instruments have their claws in high school curricula, there will be work for unemployed math instructors willing to tutor high school math.
  • The kid I’m working with is in grade n, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what possessed any of his math teachers in grades five through n-1 to promote him. He’s got a really good attitude about learning, and is on the whole quite pleasant to work with, though, so I shall lay off the snark. I’ll say only that if there is a Hell, I’d like to put in a suggestion to management that assign everyone who played a role in introducing calculators to the classroom to spend eternity watching eighteen year olds extract same from their backpacks, turn them on, and key in a sequence of commands in order to figure out what two times one half is.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *