This is the post where introductions are helpful, since introductions are best at the beginning. While my parents named me Christopher, Moose has been my nickname ever since the summer before my junior year in high school. My best friend Joel has a brother named John, who is known as Buck. Now, when a 5-8, 210 hard-working farmboy of 19 tells you that "you are The Moose," you listen. Especially if you're the 15-year-old relying on him for a ride.
I got a degree in Mathematics at Iowa, mainly by finishing just enough homework to not fail, while enjoying the nightlife, or at least copious amounts of the state beverage, beer. Smart doesn't mean much when nobody's stupid. But someone has to take the path less traveled, or there wouldn't be a path.
Ironically I ended up working in that same Math Department that gave me (and at times it really seems like a gift) the degree I spent eight years working hard to not work hard getting. And that brings up today's topic: New Math (Or, How the Superdelegates Must Make the Call)...
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