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Every time I try and do an LJ cut I realize I have forgotten how to do it and have to look it up in the LJ FAQ.
I went to Brighton this weekend, where I played no role in the logistics of the operation. I did ask a friendly pair of lesbians if the expanse before us was the English Channel or the Atlantic Ocean. It turns out it was the channel. We looked at punk clothing in a museum and did some other touristy things, but spent most of the time drinking wine on the rocky beach.
I am enjoying LSE. While waiting for my statistics class to begin I overheard a conversation of a group next to me. One of them was explaining why he didn’t attend a particular party, and while discussing the merits of his action, they got involved in a lengthy and protracted discussion about intertemporal utility maximization and solution concepts. I worked on problems yesterday in the reading room of the British Museum, and I like to think that I sat in the same chair as Marx did when he worked on his statistics homework.
Last week I attended a lecture by Nancy Cartwright who, while going deep into the metaphysics of Mill, spent a large portion of her time coughing on everyone. She might be brilliant. In any event I feel that she will go a long way in helping me make on my mind about economics, which in many ways I feel I am in judgment of. It seems equally possible I will end up a neoclassical soldier or a raving heterodox institutionalist. This reminds me of the foundation of probability lecture I am sitting in on, where I was a surprised to learn that I will actually profit from having read some portion of Keynes’ treatise on probability. I will make the prediction, that if Rachel was in that class, she would develop a romantic interest in the lecturer as well as the lecturer of ‘Philosophy of the Social Sciences’.
Last Thursday was the first official party of our dorm. I probably drank to much, but I met a lot of people and spent a lot of time dancing with French Canadians of both genders. I also had a long discussion with a very clever masters student who made me realize how ignorant I am of anything close to Fodor in philosophical space. I am thoroughly enjoying the international air of everything around me. After returning from Brighton, I walked past a group of Italians who were insisting in turns to a large crowd that people sing songs from their native countries.
My real analysis module is rubbish. For some reason the students in that lecture are tremendously rude, which causes the lecturer much anxiety. She speaks at a hurried pace, for any period of silence is filled by a rising crescendo, and this conjoined with her accent and the rigor of the material yields a pretty worthless two hours a week. However I have been attending a somewhat silly amount of lectures in general, on average of 6 a day. While it cannot last, I am learning about chaos, historical methodology, the enlightenment, and so forth.
My graduate school strategy reminds me of the evolutionary strategy of trees - construct a multitude of seeds and hope that one of them lands somewhere good. This is expensive and I have no idea how to create a statement of purpose that signals my ability to endure graduate school yet sounds genuine. I am trying to come up with a good writing sample, and I have filled up many pages in a notebook with a stream of consciousness supposedly about neural networks. Neural networks are my favourite thing right now, and if I am able to translate both science and the market into that model I will be thrilled to bits.
I went to Brighton this weekend, where I played no role in the logistics of the operation. I did ask a friendly pair of lesbians if the expanse before us was the English Channel or the Atlantic Ocean. It turns out it was the channel. We looked at punk clothing in a museum and did some other touristy things, but spent most of the time drinking wine on the rocky beach.
I am enjoying LSE. While waiting for my statistics class to begin I overheard a conversation of a group next to me. One of them was explaining why he didn’t attend a particular party, and while discussing the merits of his action, they got involved in a lengthy and protracted discussion about intertemporal utility maximization and solution concepts. I worked on problems yesterday in the reading room of the British Museum, and I like to think that I sat in the same chair as Marx did when he worked on his statistics homework.
Last week I attended a lecture by Nancy Cartwright who, while going deep into the metaphysics of Mill, spent a large portion of her time coughing on everyone. She might be brilliant. In any event I feel that she will go a long way in helping me make on my mind about economics, which in many ways I feel I am in judgment of. It seems equally possible I will end up a neoclassical soldier or a raving heterodox institutionalist. This reminds me of the foundation of probability lecture I am sitting in on, where I was a surprised to learn that I will actually profit from having read some portion of Keynes’ treatise on probability. I will make the prediction, that if Rachel was in that class, she would develop a romantic interest in the lecturer as well as the lecturer of ‘Philosophy of the Social Sciences’.
Last Thursday was the first official party of our dorm. I probably drank to much, but I met a lot of people and spent a lot of time dancing with French Canadians of both genders. I also had a long discussion with a very clever masters student who made me realize how ignorant I am of anything close to Fodor in philosophical space. I am thoroughly enjoying the international air of everything around me. After returning from Brighton, I walked past a group of Italians who were insisting in turns to a large crowd that people sing songs from their native countries.
My real analysis module is rubbish. For some reason the students in that lecture are tremendously rude, which causes the lecturer much anxiety. She speaks at a hurried pace, for any period of silence is filled by a rising crescendo, and this conjoined with her accent and the rigor of the material yields a pretty worthless two hours a week. However I have been attending a somewhat silly amount of lectures in general, on average of 6 a day. While it cannot last, I am learning about chaos, historical methodology, the enlightenment, and so forth.
My graduate school strategy reminds me of the evolutionary strategy of trees - construct a multitude of seeds and hope that one of them lands somewhere good. This is expensive and I have no idea how to create a statement of purpose that signals my ability to endure graduate school yet sounds genuine. I am trying to come up with a good writing sample, and I have filled up many pages in a notebook with a stream of consciousness supposedly about neural networks. Neural networks are my favourite thing right now, and if I am able to translate both science and the market into that model I will be thrilled to bits.