“Just write something — anything!”, said a friend a few days ago.
“I’m trying,” I said.
Here’s the thing.
I’m pretty sure — sometime during the course of 2008 — I forgot how to be anything but a mathematician.
Phil the mathematician, you see, has been doing just hunky-dory.
Phil the writer, Phil the blogger, Phil the walking, breathing, socially-adept human being — on the other hand — is missing.
Gone? For ever and ever?
Maybe.
NYCWD says,
Phil the writer lives.
Of this, I can assure you.
Otherwise this entry would be in binary.
Jonathan Weatherhead says,
Now that’s the spirit of blogging XD
Baby says,
From an article about you:
————
He expects his time at Oxford to be more relaxed than the last three years have been in Carleton’s fast-track program.
“I’ll be working hard, but I should be able to relax at least a little more, maybe enough to pick up some of the sports and other things that I’ve had to put aside for the past few years.”
————
Dude, that crystal ball of yours was so off the money.