"Unlike many mathematicians, I live in an irrational world; I feel that my life is defined by a certain amount of irrationalities that bloom too frequently, such as my brief foray in front of 400 people without my pants."
As a child, being outgoing and athletic were characteristics far from my comfort zone. I would find an excuse to get out of any situation that seemed even remotely uncomfortable. You can understand my surprise then when I found myself up to bat in a foreign game, with foreign kids, speaking a foreign language in a foreign country: India.
Stones never forget. Their rough surfaces and cracks act as barriers, letting memories in and holding them in place, as if frozen in time.
I never thought I could find so much joy in getting a new broom. When you work in a dirty, greasy, hectic kitchen you start to realize the importance of keeping your workspace clean.
"On a bone-chilling night in late October, I stood across from a hulking brute who planned to put me on a stretcher before the night was over. I sucked the cold air into my lungs and blew it back out. Icy frost escaped as fragments of football memories flashed through my mind:
Pee-Wee practices wearing helmets too big for our heads. The mud, blood, and sweat I’d spilled with the other young men who stood beside me on this field. Tonight, in this moment, we were brothers. By the night's end, we’d be bitter enemies."