My tooth fell out on my date last night. How embarrassing!
I am happy to report that our date was very happy. Redwoods, a kiss in the old Honeymoon Suite, deer, random thoughts, and peculiarly delicious dinner. I won't even tell you about gaming and Firefly, the adolescent raccoon, and Pulp Fiction at midnight.
My tooth fell out on my date last night. How embarrassing!
I found out that Patri went to Greg's Alma Mater, and that Greg's Erdos number is two! Mine is still something like six, I can't remember. Yes, sleeping counts as much as publication. I don't think we know anyone else in common, although gaming connections possibly exist. We were probably at ComiCon together once or twice.
There is a R(5,5) graph problem, whose answer is unknown, but it is thought to be knowable. If aliens were going to wipe out humanity in one year unless we come up with a solution, Erdos says we should devote all of humanity's resources to the project. R(6,6) is another matter. Erdos says, "Pool humanity's resources... and try to build a space ship."
Erdos' epitaph? "I've finally stopped getting dumber."
It was a long night. I am going to take a nap.