So what exactly do I do here?

As I have only few last attempts to write a blogpost on the Kellner Family Foundation blog, the time has come to focus on deeper topics. So today, I will try to outline what exactly am I doing here.

Let's get straight to the point. When I have time, I research time. If I do not have time, I sometimes study waves, but at other times, I study particles. Whenever they cease to be wavy enough, I start to curve the spacetime. When even the spacetime becomes curved to the greatest extent, I break symmetries. When I finish breaking them, I go for a dinner. After the dinner, the symmetries break me. They break me and especially my back in endless hours of bending them above papers. I go swimming from time to time to alleviate the backache, but if not, I study information disorder.

When I want to have an enjoyable summer, I lock myself with Schrodinger's grandson in the highest tower at Imperial. There we flip coins for countless hours. Once we get tired, we go for a lunch. He then tries to convince me over a bunch of bananas that we are nothing more than just big thumbed monkeys. Whenever I have time, I weave nets, webs & networks to earn myself some coin for another bunch of bananas and lessons about our big thumbiness.

Sometimes I go to the pool and ride. In other times, I experience Coma on a flight with Norwegian to Barcelona. But let's revert to the beginning, from summer to autumn, and contemplate about time, as I do weekly with a professor, who has the whole series of the Simpsons in her bookshelf right alongside Wheeler & Thorne Gravitation, that she uses as a very effective doorstop. I am honored to be her tutee as she might have felt honored when she got the chance to hear the science through the most famous synthetiser in the world, placed into even more famous mouth.

This mouth is still some 51 miles to the northeast, but it is not just another dull episode of The Big Bang Theory - this is real. I stand on that shoulders of a giant. I stand on the shoulders of a smily seventy-and-something-year-old man on a wheelchair and when I close my eyes, I really ponder why the chair I am sitting on is constantly pushing me upwards and why it did not push Newton in the same way when he was laying by the apple tree.

I think I am quite lucky as I have a few friends in the northeast. Sometimes, we get together and throw pennies into each other's wine in an old 13th century hall. It is a great fun. Last time we did that, I had the nicest eyes right opposite mine. The atmosphere is great - an upcoming social network revolutionary sits to the left and prepares to five-penny my desert. I have a brilliant mathematician sipping his wine right along the diagonal and one of the most tenacious people in the whole world opposite to him. I ponder for a while - and the revolutionary manages to complete his five-penny maneuver and forces me to eat the desert without any cutlery.

So what do I really do here? For those who think I drink a lot: I do not. To those who think I went mad: Schrodinger's grandson is alive. Maria Coma lives and sings amazingly. Apart from Higgs, it should really have been Kibble who was selected to learn Swedish. Monkey reality is weird, but quantum is way weirder. The world is mad and I am just a big-thumbed chimp derivative sticking fingers outside the cage to understand it better.