A long time ago in a life far, far away, I watched a documentary with my dad called The Atomic Cafe. I haven’t seen it in over a decade, but I remember that it was simultaneously funny, fascinating, informative, and disturbing. It’s probably what got me so interested in logic, game theory, and the physics of little, tiny, itsy-bitsy particles.
It’s very strange, this thing that is my mind. I was an English major but my favorite classes were all statistics, physics, and history. I can tell you all about subatomic particles. I devour books on forensics and hyperdimensional space-time. I’m completely intrigued by things I’ll never have a chance to really study. (Oh! To be a paleontologist! An archaeologist!) What a bummer.
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When you were five, you wanted to be a paleontologist.
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