You know this boogie is for real

Once more, apologies for my slacking in the blog department. I haven't been particularly busy, it's just that nothing all that special has happened. I'm currently in the throes of finding an apartment for next year. Tomorrow Katherine and I go to look at our first one. We think it's in a dodgy part of town, but I can't remember exactly where the dodgy part of town starts and ends. In any case, if it is in some kind of crazy gangland where your bike will get stolen if you leave it unlocked for three seconds, we just won't take the apartment!

This weekend was fun, if not especially productive. My poli sci essay is all handed in, so I kind of took a mental vacation. I'm happy to report that my snowboarding skills have taken leave of me completely, and I have never landed so few of the jumps I attempted. Although I did land flat on my back like an overturned cucaracha several times. Anyway, I went with Mike B. and his friend Mike B. (I am not joking) and it was a lovely Sunday. Next Sunday I plan to go to church with Natalie, as an experiment. She's Mormon, and I'm not planning on converting but it sounds like an interesting afternoon, so I'll tag along. She says her congregation isn't mad for the evangelism anyway. I have no fears of any fundie craziness, because Natalie herself is far from being a fundie crazy. In fact, she is a lovely girl, and has a good, tolerant head on her shoulders. And you can tell her mother I said so.

Also great fun this weekend was Friday night, when I met the other Jessica and Katherine, who are Emily's friends from Hamilton. They came up for the weekend and went out to see a production of Fame, during which time Emily, Katherine, Yuna, and I watched Rocky Horror and then had a dance party of extreme hotness. We have the moves, what can I say!

Today's public affairs lecture was kind of tedious, because we're getting into the development of concepts we already covered in econ, but Professor Carmichael managed to save it with a great story. He told us about the spooky, dark, creepy basement computer lab at the school where he did his grad work. He was down there a lot with his punch-card computer program (for 'twas back in the day) but didn't like being there alone because there was always this disheveled man with a toque and an umbrella, muttering by himself among reams of computer paper. Years later, Carmichael was shocked to see a photo in the paper and recognize the scary computer lab man. Upon recognizing him, he read that this man had received the Nobel Prize for mathematics and was, in fact, John Nash. Whoa. Anyway, I thought it was cool. But now I have to leave behind Professor Carmichael's story-telling prowess and go to French class. (As an aside, Carmichael has been known to go off on two-minute rants about how awful Scotland is. "Scotland has the worst brand of Christianity in the world! Presbyterianism is... Calvinism without the fun! And the food is dreadful." It's grand.)