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I met the most interesting man on the bus today!
Since we both got on at the CMU stop, I was assuming he was some kind of physics grad student, especially since he was working the messy-ponytail-geek-glasses-and-lots-of-plaid look. Started off talking about books, since we were both reading, or perpetually about to be; he was reading Love in the Time of Cholera, and from there we soon got to other Marquez books, and T.C. Boyle, and the satifyingness of reading everything twice, and bookcrossing.com; that took us to the other side of the Highland Park Bridge, when he happened to mention that, contrary to my guess, he was working at CMU building robots.
Oh gracious, I said, what kind of robots?
Ahh, he said, not just any old robots.
Turns out, he's on the team that's building those robots to navigate themselves across the Nevada desert in February, in a race for $2 million stakes footed by the Defense Department.
We talked about that for a while--he had all these crazy stories about GM and product placement and What Robot-Makers Do in the Dead of Night, and happened to casually mention that he'd been a film major and, of all things, botany minor in college. His name was Brent, and I was quite sad to see him go.
Also, got crepes with Tuan, and on our way to the bus stop, we were suddenly hailed from across the street by a knight in shining armor. We hailed him back, and he invited us to a party in the Strip District on Friday (costume party, ladies get in free, and complimentary (complementary?) likker). He crossed the street to talk to us, and we were standing there chatting, when a short, well-endowed blonde girl in painted-on jeans walks past. *FWOOM!* Thought the man was going to give himself whiplash, and I have never seen an ass checked out so blatantly and so thoroughly in all my born days. His jaw literally dropped about six inches, and I swear his eyes glazed over. After about a minute he recovered himself, and with a wistful final glance, turned back to me and Tuan.
"Ummmm...." [blank stare, not quite sure who we are and why he's talking to us]
"Party?"
"OH! Oh, yeah, right....."
People amuse me.
Since we both got on at the CMU stop, I was assuming he was some kind of physics grad student, especially since he was working the messy-ponytail-geek-glasses-and-lots-of-plaid look. Started off talking about books, since we were both reading, or perpetually about to be; he was reading Love in the Time of Cholera, and from there we soon got to other Marquez books, and T.C. Boyle, and the satifyingness of reading everything twice, and bookcrossing.com; that took us to the other side of the Highland Park Bridge, when he happened to mention that, contrary to my guess, he was working at CMU building robots.
Oh gracious, I said, what kind of robots?
Ahh, he said, not just any old robots.
Turns out, he's on the team that's building those robots to navigate themselves across the Nevada desert in February, in a race for $2 million stakes footed by the Defense Department.
We talked about that for a while--he had all these crazy stories about GM and product placement and What Robot-Makers Do in the Dead of Night, and happened to casually mention that he'd been a film major and, of all things, botany minor in college. His name was Brent, and I was quite sad to see him go.
Also, got crepes with Tuan, and on our way to the bus stop, we were suddenly hailed from across the street by a knight in shining armor. We hailed him back, and he invited us to a party in the Strip District on Friday (costume party, ladies get in free, and complimentary (complementary?) likker). He crossed the street to talk to us, and we were standing there chatting, when a short, well-endowed blonde girl in painted-on jeans walks past. *FWOOM!* Thought the man was going to give himself whiplash, and I have never seen an ass checked out so blatantly and so thoroughly in all my born days. His jaw literally dropped about six inches, and I swear his eyes glazed over. After about a minute he recovered himself, and with a wistful final glance, turned back to me and Tuan.
"Ummmm...." [blank stare, not quite sure who we are and why he's talking to us]
"Party?"
"OH! Oh, yeah, right....."
People amuse me.