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Dammit, is it May already?

It was my turn to pay rent, and I failed. I let down myself, Nathan, my landlord, America, and Jesus. I’m putting out an envelope right now.

Friday night Bryan served up a spicy jambalaya to the densest cluster of intelligentsia I’ve ever personally witnessed, composed mostly of friends from the Math and Philosophy departments. And Austin Kramer. For those of you who don’t have the pleasure of his acquaintance, Austin is the smartest man alive and not at all shy about that fact. I’m not being facetious here — I’m no slouch when it comes to brain power, and he can think circles around me. Needless to say, discussion around the dinner table was fierce and multisyllabic. I had to excuse myself periodically to allow my faculties to recuperate. So much intellectual input in such a short time, having to fight with four or five others to utter the tiniest squeak of participation — it wears on me. Those guys are fascinating, but I need them in small doses. Later Marta arrived and we all went to a house party with a decent reggae band. Things became much more bearable as the brains were removed from their element and given barbiturates. And that’s the way it was.

I just got off the phone with my editor, arguing about the headline for tomorrow’s column. I won’t ruin the surprise for anyone, but some of the rejected options were: “This one’s for the nerds”; “Zerg rush”; “N3|2D$”; “Nerd pride.” I personally really liked the third one, but we doubted that it would ever get past the editor in chief. As you may infer from these rejected headlines, this is one hell of a column. Check back tomorrow for the scoop.

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