Of course he's right. But he was a analyst and geometer. Tecs, on the other hand, always told me this was going to be a lot of fun, and easy and I'd get the chicks. But no, it's piles and piles of \lessims that sometimes run to \gtrsims and then what? Eh, Tecs? What then?
Oh, now I ask Tecs for some advice or even for a simple \ack and all I get is a suggestion to go out and pick cotton or I'll be deported.
Thanks, Tecs. You're a real prince.
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You've gotten all the chicks that fit the Wiener. Yet you fire the ack acks. Ingrate.
You always take the side of Evil, AA, and it's not even worth a lousy warm Harpoon IPA if Tecs is as generous with you as he was with us poor, beaten, mistreated and downtrodden students.
Hey, Andreotti was independently wealthy. Came from a rich family--bankers or something. At least, that's what one of those guys from La Sapienza was telling me when traipsing through sunshiny Tuscany.
Now, I came with only $50 in my pocket when I got off the boat at Ellis Island. Swear to God. And I still have only $50 in my pocket, eons later. OK, OK, perhaps enough for a warm Harpoon. When and where?
Tecs, you could improve this. I mean, this is insulting.
Besides being the Levi in Levi - Malcev, he's the Levi in pseudoconvexity and he's the Levi in the Levi parametrix as well (or was that his brother?).
Eugenio it was.
What does Levi have to do with Andreotti, or Eugenio, or whatnot? As usual, Rotter Logick is too convoluted for my neurons. Draw a \CD, willya?
\CD
You in Gonzo?
No. Ukraine.
Someone else is dreaming of sunshiny Tuscany. Les grands esprits se rencontrent.
Now Tecs doesn't like Trattoria Toscana anymore.
How come you never took me there when you were hanging out in the neighborhood?
I was at the Trattoria a few weeks ago, with a Chicago guy. But they still don't have the Ossobuco. Stopped making it after you left...
I invited you like a thousand times, but you and the other big shorts never wanted to walk so far.
Oh! The Thai place again! Wonderful!!
As to the osso buco, I think that bevause of your whining continuously about the tab, that $50 bucks you've had in your pocket since your Harvard days,... they took it off the menu and only serve like plain pasta or something.
Thanks a lot, Tecs. You wrecked Beantown. The tofu's cheap at the Thai after all.
Actually, I just had lunch at that Thai place last week. I like it, though now it's more like, Vietnamese or something. I usually get the drunken noodles or the Pad Thai, but this time I got a real big bowl of soup with stuff in it: quite good.
As for the Trattoria, they basically serve pasta dishes, kind of home cooking. Not bad, but not genius stuff, either. And it's about 50-80% more expensive than the Asian place, and 3 times as far...
Where's the '"I just had lunch at that Thai place last week," says Tecs. "I like it."' label?
Hah! You're just being jealous, Herr Rot. I dare you to eat the same quality food (in the same quantity!) for $10 (including tax and tip) in your neighborhood.
My $50 are still in my pocket, they go a long way here...
Ain't no Thai food in Vienna, baby.
I have a grilled bauchfleisch sandwich for lunch every day. ~2 euros.
Keeps a boy goin!
(Yeah, you can seethe now)
Hmm... OK, OK, I'm seething now. So what's bauchfleisch? Is this some kind of kaiserfleisch? I used to eat that when I was a kid. Loved it--with an onion and fresh black bread on the side, kept a boy going, indeed.
Her Rot, you know how to twist the knife in the back, dontcha?
Never heard of Kaiserfleisch, but googling around, it sure looks the same.
Yeah, these guys don't cook very much well, but some things are wonderful.
Don't know why I was getting Fleischlaibchen for lunch all the time. Tried the Bauchfleisch (belly flesh) lately, the skin is crunchy like on porchetta or a chicharón, nice Semmel (Brotchen in local dialect) it was so delicious that I refused mustard.
The real bitch of the whole thing is that it's only for lunch, really, and so I don't want beer with the stuff, but, holy shit beer would be good.
BTW, finally found a good brand here. Zwettler.
But of course you won't come visit...
Of course, you never invite me. Like you never invited me to the Trattoria. Or to Corpus Christi.
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