The Gates Scholarship application deadline is tomorrow, Greenwich mean time. The directions were a bit unclear. Some whom I’ve talked to seem to think that applications must be received by that time. Such a possibility had not occurred to me, and I took the deadline to refer, as it did when applying to colleges, to the postmark date. Even still, I’ve promised them to have my graduate application to Cambridge complete sometime today. I’m going to use local time.

In fact, I’m going to use local time to sleep. Stephanie Tung and I might go to the pool and speak Spanish once I wake up. Tonight’s jambalya is sitting heavy in my stomach and Stephanie still doesn’t speak Portuguese. Clearly a nap is in order.

Also, I think I was a little cheeky at history table today to David Slavitt. Thankfully Richard was there to even things out. These guys speak so quickly. I mean really.

Today I talked to them on the future (history) of telephones, paroting things my dad has told me about voice-over-IP technologies and problems [with emergency and police services] that arise. They offered to interview, I believe the word Slavitt used was “mock,” me should I make it that far with my fellowships. They promised to be especially unkind if need be. Would only that it come to that, please.