* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 5 parts Coke 1 parts ValU Pepsi 9 parts Soda Water Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Regularity of Secure Harmonics of a Planck-Acceleration Artifical Intellgence Engines Real-Time Genome in a Wholly Smelly System at least until old Drops-Acid-before-Big-Game-then-Boots would walk in. And then we would all say Thou vain guts-griping lout and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN CLUE WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three capacitors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"