What if nothing ever really matters! What if we are just thinking about the time it takes to go from one place to another and forgetting that the time invested is what life is in its own. I like to think that there is a bright future awaiting for me, holding some of my existence so I cannot live entirely as I am right now. After a couple of years, I will have a MSc., and then I will be on my way to something else and then…
But not tomorrow. Today is a day to live and study and try to understand some mathematics. I’m working with Peter on the book Applications of Lie Groups to Differential Equations. With Laennart I work on the book Nonlinear Differential Equations and Dynamical Systems. So there are two branches of a tiny branch that is evolving in these times. Conservative or dissipative? That’s the question.
Definitively, I have to buy a car. Living in the suburbs without a car is like being stranded in a desert island. But I’m in an island, but not a desert one; or almost. Less population in the whole island –Australia, than in Mexico City.
Yesterday I began to feel a bit homesick. What would I be doing back home? Maybe nothing, but the feeling of being home is stronger as time goes by. Maybe the calling to the grave? Enough; back to the books. Instead of going back to the theory, I feel tempted by The Road to Reality that Penrose sketches. Yes, I will spend my morning on this… oh, and Chaos seminar at 12.
But not tomorrow. Today is a day to live and study and try to understand some mathematics. I’m working with Peter on the book Applications of Lie Groups to Differential Equations. With Laennart I work on the book Nonlinear Differential Equations and Dynamical Systems. So there are two branches of a tiny branch that is evolving in these times. Conservative or dissipative? That’s the question.
Definitively, I have to buy a car. Living in the suburbs without a car is like being stranded in a desert island. But I’m in an island, but not a desert one; or almost. Less population in the whole island –Australia, than in Mexico City.
Yesterday I began to feel a bit homesick. What would I be doing back home? Maybe nothing, but the feeling of being home is stronger as time goes by. Maybe the calling to the grave? Enough; back to the books. Instead of going back to the theory, I feel tempted by The Road to Reality that Penrose sketches. Yes, I will spend my morning on this… oh, and Chaos seminar at 12.
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