Today I am a mathematician

I have made my first (and, I expect, last) contribution to the Sarong Theorem Archive, the only public repository of images of people proving theorems while wearing sarongs. I encourage all of you to contribute as well to this important archive. Thanks to Daniel Gottesman for the photography (and the use of his office), Karp and Lipton for the theorem, and Kelly Itakura for the sarong.

11 Responses to “Today I am a mathematician”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    Are you sure that’s not the “So-wrong” Theorem Archive (and I’m not referring to what is on the blackboard :-) )? Blue is just not your color. But nice picture.

  2. Scott Says:

    I like blue.

  3. Dave Bacon Says:

    Holy moly that picture is either (1) the worst advertisement for becoming a mathematician or (2) the best advertisement for becoming a mathematician. I suspect that mathematicians will argue (2) while non-mathematicians will argue (1). ;)

  4. Scott Says:

    Dave: The best argument for becoming a mathematician is that mathematicians are less likely than physicists to make arguments of the form “No Borg, no threshold” ;-)

  5. Joseirs Says:

    Hey, the design of the sarong is a hyperfractal!

  6. scerir Says:

    There are mathematicians wearing a ‘tutu’. The theorem here should be Gelfand’s representation theorem. In Gelfand’s words: ‘How can we know the dancer from the dance?’

  7. mick Says:

    I so totally have a new goal in life…

  8. Anonymous Says:

    Excellent, Scott!

    Soon you will be ready for your next step on the path towards enlightenment: the “Summarize Proust in 15 seconds” competition, where each contestant has to give a brief summary of Proust’s ‘A La Recherche du Temps Perdu’, once in a swimsuit and once in evening dress (c/o Monty Python)

    – Ronald de Wolf

  9. Anonymous Says:

    Scott, you should participate here:

  10. Anonymous Says:

    Jeez, man, you really need to start working out.

  11. Scott Says:

    Ronald: I knew I’d get you to comment eventually!

    Not having read A La Recherche du Temps Perdu, I fear my summary of it would go something like, “Oooh, bonjour, I’m Marcel Proust! La-de-da!”