random musings...

Yo-yo Ma at the Hollywood Bowl

last night we went to see yo-yo ma and the silk road ensemble at the hollywood bowl. simply put, words fail me…… but I’ll try anyways… ;-)

the collection of phenomenal artists that ma has pulled together, it’s staggering. sandeep das on those drums; I swear his hands were blurring… and wu man on the pipa… nothing short of incredible.

I think the coolest bit was just that ma, who has played with the best symphonies in the world, was up on stage having a blast. he was just loving every minute of it, and stepping back to let some extraordinarily talented musicians take the forefront.

easily one of the best concerts I’ve been to in a long time.

Who Is Fermat?

fermat is my cat, a black/gray/white striped domestic shorthair.

once I get photo stuff working here on the site (that’s my current side project), I’ll put some photos of him up. the former hardcoded site had some younger pictures of him, but nothing recent.

I adopted fermat from the pasadena humane society about two years ago. he was 4 months old at the time.

he’s named after the 17th-century french mathematician pierre de fermat. you might be familiar with his enigma (sometimes referred to as his last theorem) which was finally proven by andrew wiles in 1994, after more than 350 years of unsuccesful attempts by many talented mathematicians.

plus, “fur mat” (though the name is really pronounced more like “fur maw”) seemed like a fitting name for a cat, and furry works as a nickname. he’s got pure white fur on his feet, so I almost named him socrates, so that I could call him socks for short.

Bird Watching

the other day I came home from work, and fermat was glued to the front window. not moving at all, except for his tail going back and forth.

it really isn’t weird for him to be waiting for me when I come home, I’m getting used to that. but not like this. he was GLUED to that window.

…and then I saw the bird sitting in the shrub not more than three feet from the window. he was looking at furry and looking at me, chirping a bit. and just sitting there.

that was maybe 4pm. a bit later I grabbed my laptop and sat down on the park bench in my front yard to do a bit of work. the bird was still there. and he was still there when I finished. still there after dinner. still there a bit after 8pm, with things starting to get dark…

the next morning the bird was gone. he either found his way home, or he’s in a better place.