Sketch-II

-I told you. We should have come with my car. You never listen. This piece of convertible junk is as cliché as the Dustin Hoffman’s vessel when he was driving back to San Francisco to see Elaine on telegraph Ave.
-I think we are short of gas, can you stay quiet for a moment?
He pulls up the hood and comes back to start the car, impossible.
-Don’t you think it died out because it is unleveled?
-What? Unleveled? Why is it important?
-Well, It wouldn’t let the gas reach the pump, come look for yourself. It is not even.
I jump off and look.
-Josh you are tired, this ground is flat, we are in the middle of the street.
A little girl comes to us. She is smiling:
-I like your car. Your car is so cool! she says.
-Thank you sis, I love you too.
Girl waves hand for goodbye, -Merry Christmas!
-Don’t laugh. She pitied us.

Sketch

The first lesson in driving in nasty weather, don’t push the break till really damn needed. I like pushing, so I pushed the pedal. Brakes were lucked, and my cart went off the road deep to the snow, very fast.
I have landed on the shores of a bluish calm lake, in the middle of the confusion range close to the junction of US-50 and I-80 after Fallon. No cell coverage. The calm blue green lake is resonating with the wind, snow has stopped, the water is not frozen that means it should be salty. Sierra cascade at the horizon line, white and grey, reflected in the lake. It’s so quiet I hear the lash of wind on the water.

IndEE

A, B who really doesn’t want any publicity at all and X.
We are broke and out of money and tired and frustrated. We declare independence[Balkanesque]. Independent EE, IndEE!
I, founder of IndEE, propose room 234 as a party place and the administration’s headquarters. Isn’t that place exotic, I feel sexy when I walk in; B says.
Sure you do!; X says
I can foresee the scene of all empty beer bottles around with you guys answering undergrads’ questions, it’s heaven; B says.
Meanwhile we can write proposals, I can get Prof. Y to support us!; A says,
You ‘d better get Y to support you yourself instead; X says.
Just imagine what would happen if we manage a strike, give us money or we’re out of here; A says.
You rebellious maniac; X says.
Stanford daily on the first page, president of IndEE shaking hands with Prof. Wooley, negotiations are going on; A says.
Your romantic revolutionary crap, can’t you shut up? X says.
Okay, so A is the father of IndEE, B is the mother of IndEE and … What about you? B says; what about you bastard?
umm, I don’t know, I’m probably what you just said; X says.

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Mathematicians walk on the hypotenuse.