Quotemaster

So yesterday I played journalist and wrote an article about the Sweetheart Balloon Rally that’s going on up in Loveland this weekend.

After talking with a bunch of different people, I decided that this was, hands down, my best quote. It’s from a girl who had just gotten off of her first balloon ride.

“It was so amazing! It literally felt like you were floating!”

Yup, I’d give her some genius points for that one.

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Mike’s brilliance

Most of my friends here in Boulder are geniuses.

My boyfriend, Mike Soltys, is one of them.

He just told me over G-chat that there’s water in his lab because his flume is leaking.

“I think it might havesomething to do with thermal expansion coefficients,” he said, as if he were talking about the weather.

Need more proof?

Just check out his profile pics:

Photo from Casey A. Cass/ University of Colorado

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Keeping tabs

Last night when Mike and I went out to dinner at Pasta Jay’s, I noticed he was staring off into space for a minute.

“What’re you thinking about?” I asked.

To which he responded, “Math” and went on to explain how he’d been working on a single, tremendously involved problem all day, how he’d gone down one rabbit trail searching for an unknown only to realize he should have been focusing on a different aspect of the equation.

I shook my head, amazed at how brilliant this man sitting before me is. And how patient. How anyone can have the fortitude to spend the whole day on a single analysis is beyond me.

When the bill came later on, Mike, like the Southern gentleman that he is, gave the waitress his credit card for her to run it through the machine.

She returned a few moments later with the “merchant copy” for him to sign and a pen. He looked at the numbers and hesitated. Five, 10, 15 seconds … I glanced at the $33.30 sum and said, “Six bucks and 60 cents is 20 percent.”

He smirked at me and began to add. He wrote something down, looked up at the ceiling, looked over at me, back down at the paper, up at me. He scribbled something out and rewrote something different.

“I miscalculated,” he said.

There’s no doubt in my mind that Mike is a genius … most of the time.

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Epiphany

Today as Mike and I G-chatted instead of diligently working on the copious amounts of crap we really need to be finishing up, this wonderful man had a spurt of genius, the extent of which I don’t think he fully understands.

See, a bunch of our friends are getting married this summer, which means lots of invites and the promise of considerable dancing and merry-making to come; however, RSVP’ing does pose one significant drawback. (This is where Mike’s stroke of wisdom comes in).

Mike: so we need to pick what we want for dinners; there are like 4 options

me: mmmm

Mike: which stinks, because i don’t know what i’m in the mood for in the middle of april; I know what sounds good right now.

Yep, pure brilliance.

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