Disclaimer: Late night + tipsy. Don’t expect perfect grammar/spelling.
Whatever others think, I consider myself to be a rather (medium) smart, and reasonably knowledgeable person. Most of the time, when I am around people, I am able to contribute something (worthy) to the conversation.. Or at least able to follow it rather well.
But then, on Thursdays, I go to the PubQuiz at the Irish pub. And that is when I feel stupid, idiotic and ignorant. It is not necessarily a bad feeling.. sometimes it is even good to realise that I I know sooooooo little. But I wouldn’t want to go there with any of my friends who think I am smart… and let them think less of me. :P
Vanity, you say? Perhaps… perhaps it is. :)
Anyway, what put me to shame tonight was not that. Whenever I am with D, we talk about a bit of math/physics/etc. He asked me about how the greek (ancient) figured out the value of square root of 2. Then he showed me their way, and I found a flaw in explanation, then we discussed about it, about limits, etc. etc. A bit about the series, a bit about numbers, a bit about Pi, and to the decision that we are going to compete on memorising the digits of Pi after the decimal point, etc. etc.
I asked him a Martin Gardner problem, guided him to the solution, discussed it a bit, had fun, etc. etc. Asked him to read data genetics blog.
But then, after we left the pub, he asked me about the specific heat capacity of water and I said 4.3.. I said 4.3! How on earth did I not say 4.2!!
I KNOW it is 4.2, I know ‘c’alorie. I know the units, I know it. But I said 4.3 instead of 4.2. That … that is what makes me ashamed.
I am going to use the excuse that I was (am) tipsy… (and not a physicist.. which he is)
That’s all for now,
Good night world,