A weekend's work: reunion and the Lunch N' Lost brigade
Kicked off a couple things this weekend. First, family reunion -- I am incredibly
proud of my cousins, who are rallying to get the Lim clan in the same
place at the same time for the first time in... oh geez, over a decade.
Lim family reunions aren't trivial; imagine 8 sisters and all their
husbands and kids spread out across multiple cities -- every timezone in
the (mainland) USA, China, and the Philippines. Last time this
happened, we were all little kids; some of us weren't even born. This
time around, we're using our fluency in electronic collaboration (my
brother is apparently a spreadsheet-scripting ninja; my cousin Megan and
I co-drafted an email on Etherpad last night) to get things together,
even if it means hunting down our moms.
In Seattle, Mindy
(Northwestern University, engineering) pointed out that our generation
had an unusually high proportion of geeks. I've noted this before, but
it is true; out of 14 kids, we have an electrical engineer, 2
mechanicals, 1 bio, 2 chemists, 1 industrial designer, 1 economist, and
at least another in the pipeline who's not yet in college but is
planning on the engineering thing as well. (And now I wait for one of my
cousins to go declare a theatre or French major and break the trend --
but that would be cool as well, because there are so many different
kinds of geekiness; everyone's intensely interested in something.)
Anyway.
The second bit of plot I set in motion was an email sent out to the
other incoming grad students in my department, which went roughly like
this:
Join
the Lunch N' Lost brigade, armed with cell phones and campus maps and a
sense of shamelessness about asking questions, and we will:
there's a lunar sample somewhere in that atrium. I will either be
by that lunar sample at 11, or I will be hopelessly lost.
Before Sebastian headed out to Vancouver for LinuxCon, I revealed to him that this was actually part of my Devious Master Plan to start a panda meme within Purdue Engineering. But sssh, don't tell anyone, it's a secret.
Bwa ha ha ha! (bamboo-munching noises here)