I must apologize first off for writing not about my trip to Nauset Beach in this post. If you would like to read a bit and see some pictures, you might go to Lisa’s Xanga.

But this is important and frightening and exciting for me: the Navy has tempted me (as they have from time to time since high school) to enlist. This time they’ve upped the ante. Apparently, my name is on a list of potential candidates for the US Navy Nuclear Engineering Scholarship. It comes with a substantial salary and the eventual command of a 30-50 person crew. (They make it sound soon.) I’d go through six months of intense engineering school, followed by submarine basic (13 weeks), and then a twenty week stint at the Surface Warfare School. This sort of thing scares me. After all, I woke up this morning around 820a, visited various Harvard Offices until 10a, went swimming (my fly is improving and the new jammers wear like skin), came back for Corn Pops and napped from 1230p til just before 5p. That’s not the lifestyle of an officer.

I might be interested in being a Nuclear Power School instructor; Then again, South Carolina is warm all the time and I need snow.

The Naval Postgraduate School doesn’t offer degrees in mathematics, and I’m not sure I can abandon my spinors just yet. Dirac and I are heading over to Boca Grande to stew over some enchiladas.

I encourage your comments.