Mike Rossmassler

In preparation for the upcoming thesis presentation, i figured i'd post some of my own musings on my work thus far, and the direction that i intend to take the project in...

i've been doing research for my thesis recently, and have been wrestling with the concept of time. In my efforts to maintain scientific validity, i've investigated a number of different fields, with the hopes that i could form a better mental model of a concept that has befuddled the greatest minds for centuries. In the end, the most sage advice i received was "Just Michael Crichton it..."

I was born in the hospital in Princeton. From my youngest age, I can remember the town, from the YMCA where i learned to swim, to the Nature Company where i used to marvel endlessly at the fossils they had for sale. But the thing i remember most is the university. I remember the lacrosse games, the places my parents worked, and the wonder i felt when i saw that the university museum and art gallery were always crowd-less. I remember when they (the shapeless they) rebuilt one of the classrooms to use in some horrid Einstein-related romance movie. The point of this rather rambling line of memories is this: no matter how badly i butcher the science, it can't be any worse than what they did to Einstein in IQ.