Forwarding a letter from Nickmaster.
As a post-halloween treat, am attaching a picture of a brain that Helen
and I made. A milk gelatin desert, with a bit too much gelitan, so was
a pretty solid brain. But it sure looked the part, as might be expected
when a neurologist builds a brain treat. It scared off food radiers
from my fridge for a week!
B
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From Nick:
Hi guys!
Three weeks ago saw the wonderful world of Asheville united at last with
its feverish appreciators, Emily and me. What a rock’em sock’em place!
Mom showed us around and we counted every beautiful thing we saw, and
ate well. And as we rushed back to Oberlin on the wind, the trees
quiesced around us like conquered peoples. It is much harder to muster
homeworking grit when you’re feeling treelordish; that first week back
was floaty indeed. I’ve been wrangling much more of late, though.
I’m excited! My math class is so great: my final project is going to be
using linear programming to create crazy pictures. That’s way better
than calculus! Stupid calculus. I’m in talks with a Chinese professor
who’s got the hookup on non-governmental organizations in China and so
maaaaybe will be able to go and do volunteer work this winter term with
Emily, if everything jumps into place. Computer science is going well;
I’m on the programming competition team this year, so we’re practicing
for next weekend’s algorithm showdown, at which we will be creamed. The
Oberlin team has in past years tended to solve 0 of 8 problems, but this
year I think we will at least get 1 or 2, based on preliminary
practices. Oh yeah.
This weekend was parent’s weekend, and Emily’s parents both came this
year, which meant lots of being driven around to unfamiliar restaurants.
Tonight’s was Buffalo Wild Wings, which apparently exists in Rochester
as well. I’m middlingly-slowly accustomizing to spicy foods! Still, I’d
rather eat a pear and some tomatoes than nachos. Emily’s mom tripped
coming out of an acapella concert, injuring her ankle (it was swelling
thiiis big), but Emily’s dad has hotshot podiatry skills and he wrapped
it with some medical stuff like pow! So handy. George also sprained his
ankle on Thursday, and he still doesn’t want to play Ping Pong yet. Man,
sprained ankles must suck. Good thing I can never get hurt!
So George and I were going to do this awesome balloon arch over Wilder
Bowl, but the helium shipment kept getting delayed, so we finally
blargh’d it and are going to wait until spring. Maybe we’ll think of
something else to do this winter, or maybe the Chin Pong movie that
we’re making will have to do.
I gotta go because I made a list of missions to accomplish for this
weekend and one of them is to wake up really, really early. Loved the
yummy birthday treats from Grandparents! Thanks!
Love and full moons,
–Nick