Today I went back to my old job at the Archives. I’m currently on a different grant than I was before and no longer on the same floor, but still pretty much have a wing of the library all to myself and even a window to look out of. And two desks! And a limitless supply of post-it notes!
I’m currently processing the papers of Dr. Frank Harary, AKA the (self-professed) “Mr. Graph Theory.” He was a mathematical genius supposedly, not something I can actual determine:
“A knot is a homeomorph of a circle in a 3-dimensional Euclidean space.”
Really? Because I thought a knot was… Never mind.
From the cursory look at some of the documents, he seems to be really interesting. He corrects the grammar and punctuation of letters he receives with the highly stereotypical red pen, bleeding and visually mumbling all over the document. I ran across a highly tongue-in-cheek letter he sent to the campus art gallery who had sent him a letter recruiting him as a monetary patron. He asked that they should first save the 28 cents they paid to mail him something that could be sent via inter-campus mail, and for their future reference, they should observe how they would receive his letter in the inter-campus mail.
Snarky, I like it.