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When I had built up a respectable Tumblr, I was going to show it to him. He was an artist, so I was always nervous about showing him any even vaguely artistic pursuit. Not that he was ever harsh with me. On the contrary, he was supportive, creative, kind, and often even impressed. I wanted this to be something, a window into me, to bring him even closer. To start new conversations over Chinese food where we sit and talk for hours and marvel at how much we click. To hear him make that “god I love you so much” squee sound. But that’s all gone now. He’s gone now. So now I leave little bits of interesting at his grave and try to survive in a world without Dave.
I'm trying to make an "about me" section, try linnipoo.tumblr.com/aboutme
A short story on the value of tardiness:
One day in 1939, Berkeley doctoral candidate George Dantzig arrived late for a statistics class taught by Jerzy Neyman. He copied down the two problems on the blackboard and turned them in a few days later, apologizing for the delay — he’d found them unusually difficult. Distracted, Neyman told him to leave his homework on the desk.
On a Sunday morning six weeks later, Neyman banged on Dantzig’s door. The problems that Dantzig had assumed were homework were actually unproved statistical theorems that Neyman had been discussing with the class — and Dantzig had proved both of them. Both were eventually published, with Dantzig as coauthor.
“When I began to worry about a thesis topic,” he recalled later, “Neyman just shrugged and told me to wrap the two problems in a binder and he would accept them as my thesis.”Early, late, or in between, it is everything.
Imagine what you might accomplish if you never knew it was supposed to be hard.