Friday, November 5

It's getting on towards midnight. We've given up on playing pool in seedy bars, and have moved on to sitting around in Ben's apartment playing with a pile of rare-earth magnets and ranting about jazz records, Pandora's recommendation algorithm, and whether it's possible for evolutionary processes to solve problems that aren't amenable to formal proof (or something like that). At some point, we may or may not drift into the territory of P=NP, one concept in a family of concepts in an entire discipline or two about which I am manifestly unqualified to comment. None of this will make any sense in the morning anyway.