Back from Prague/Start of Math Classes

I'm back from Prague. Prague is awesome. You should go. Pictures are now available here.

Classes started Monday. All in all, looks pretty good, although there is one worrying thing: There are two sections of Number Theory, taught by different instructors. To show us the teaching style of both, they essentially switched sections halfway through. The problem? If we call the two instructors A and B, I have spoken to one person out of thirtyish who preferred B. Everyone else preferred A. I've heard rumors there'll be knife-fights for chairs.

Random note: Potatoes are cheap. Bought a five kilo bag for around a dollar last night.

Random Stuff

Can't say this enough: Working public transit rocks my world. And being able to pay 30 bucks for unlimited access to said public transit for a month? Undescribably awesome. It's like I have this magic card that lets me fly all over the city.


It's amazing how much of a boost you get from really random things, like
drunken facebook posts, or bizarre phone calls from home.


Today we learned the past tense, so I can finally say the most important phrase in any langauge*, in Hungarian: "Hat, anyad basztam mult ejszaka," give or take a few accents.


Tonight, as my weekly exercise in futility, I tried making tortillas. Technically, it wasn't an unmitigated disaster, but it was pretty close. Fortunately, I was able to once again prove that with enough sour cream, anything is edible.


Tomorrow: Prague! Woo! Random Hungarian dialogue plays! Not so much woo!


* "So, I was fucking your mom last night..."

The Final Proof That I'm a Math Geek

...as if any were needed.

Friday night is poker night, as established by long-standing (read: has happened twice) tradition. This past Friday night, after getting reasonably drunk and being out past tram closing time, I chose to crash at a friend's apartment. What did I choose for reading material?

Contemporary Abstract Algebra, Fifth Edition, by Robert Gallian.

Not only that, but the following morning, after waking up an hour or so before my gracious hosts, I chose to continue where I left off. At eight in the morning.

It would be sad if it weren't so funny. Or vice versa.

The Hungarian Language; or, the Three of the Seven Words You Can't Say On Television

A brief primer on Hungarian swearwords:
(Those of a delicate disposition might wish to skip this)

Baszik: He/she/it fucks.
Baszom: I fuck.
Baszol: You fuck.
Basznak: They fuck.
Megbasz: Fuck off.

Kurva: Whore
Kurva Anyad: Your mother's a whore.

Unfortunately, I've forgotten how to say shit.

In other news, I'm going to Prague next week. Woohoo!