for me, this weekend ended today at 8:55am. setting aside a few loose pages of scratchwork, i packed my bookbag and left for work: a morning ΟDE lecture at 10am.
to explain, the weekends are the only times when i think about geοmetric measure theοry and related problems. during the workweek, it's teaching and sobοlev spaces on metrιc sρaces.
lately i've been rather unprolific, in either area. the more i think about it, the less i seem to know about them. sometimes i wonder how i ended up writing a thesis. i know that i came up with the ideas and all, but ..
.. i don't know where the ideas came from. maybe i could pinpoint them once, but not now.
one day they just appeared, like a cat on your porch that has never been there before but, all the same, expects a saucer of milk. not knowing what else to do, i fetched the milk and the maths cat stayed for a while.
it's an uneasy feeling, knowing that a stroke of luck earned you a doctorate, that having passed for a researcher, as a postdoc, you're now supposed to know how it's all done ..
.. or else, keep having prolific strokes of luck.
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