I'm finding that, in grad school, if you don't take a moment to stop, breathe, look around, then the hours, days, weeks, are suddenly...gone.
My homework has been keeping me busy (crunching on NLP HW 2 right now), and I've been burying myself obsessively on research (details on i/o). And I've jumped back in the saddle, doing contract work for good old Evolution.
But that's not all that's gone. You'll recall how bike #1 was stolen while we were away this summer? Well, fortunately, I had old bike #2 to use as my means of transportation for new student life. Last Wednesday I rode over to ISI as usual, and locked my bike up in the parking lot downstairs. When I came out a few hours later, no bike. No chain. No sign whatsoever that a two-wheeled transportation implement had ever sat there.
I went through the usual deal reporting it (I had actual registered it with the state), but no one kidded me that I was going to see it again. The happy ending was that our neighbors Chris and Gwen suggested looking in the Recycler, and after a few hours of effort, I had new wheels, almost comparable (well, sort of), for 50 buckaroos. I almost can afford to have it stolen, too. Almost.
But this bike isn't get the lock-up-downstairs deal. No, it's staying upstairs in my office with me. My charity to thieves?
All gone.
Posted by yozhik at September 29, 2003 11:35 PM