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Tue 2006-05-02 12:33
One man's Mede is another man's Persian

When I was at school, I had a decent run of being the best mathematician in the school. One of my good friends was the second-best. (Well, so I thought at the time; in fact if I remember rightly he turned out to do better at Cambridge than I did. Perhaps at school I just had the advantage of being a year ahead.) He was a more naturally sporty type than I was, and he once observed that it always made a refreshing change to spend time with me, because while to everybody else in the school he was primarily a mathematical genius, from my point of view he was first and foremost a rugby player.

I too fall between two obvious categories, in various contexts. For example, I'm a hybrid mathematician and programmer; so to my colleagues at work, I'm often the person they think of when they have problems of a mathematical nature, whereas my mathematician friends tend to think of me when they have computing-related problems. For another example, I dress in a way that makes me look somewhat like a goth at work but somewhat like a normal in a goth club.

I don't imagine this sort of thing is in any way unique to me; it seems obvious to me that very few people are going to fall at the extreme end of any spectrum you can name.

However, there are a few spectra of which I generally consider myself to be at or near one end, and on those spectra it's occasionally disconcerting to encounter someone even further towards the same end. One of those spectra is the one ranging from pure maths through applied maths to physics; I've always considered myself to be a pure mathematician through and through, with a general distaste for the sloppy and approximate world of applied maths and no time at all for the uncertainties of actual physics. I avoided all the applied courses I could during my degree, and never regretted it.

So it's been rather a surprise this morning to find myself being consulted on a physics-related maths topic, on the grounds that I was more of a physicist than the mathematician consulting me. I couldn't actually do the maths in question, but I was able to explain intuitively what it all (well, most of it) meant in physics terms, which was what I was actually asked for. Evidently I'm further away from the end of that spectrum than I'd previously thought.

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[identity profile] oneplusme.livejournal.comTue 2006-05-02 17:56
(Before I start, I should state that much of the following is liable to make me sound like an insufferably arrogant brat. In my defence I'd like to make clear that these days I'm a significantly humbler variety of brat.)

This story is oddly relevant to me - primarily because I'd actually say that you were the cause of my first real realisation along similar lines. (After you (and perhaps others - was [livejournal.com profile] tombee a year below you?) left LP I was pretty much dropped into the "top mathematician" post for my final year. That this was even remotely believable should tell people exactly how much the competition had dropped off...)

I spent most of my early school life being given the impression (by a combination of teachers, parents and test results) that I was the brightest kid in the class. Secondary school didn't really change that much to start with, although it did dispel the naive notion that "intelligence" and/or "a desire to work hard" were in any way correlated with "having rich parents". (All I can say is that I was shy, nerdy and about ten years old - I had to take my self-esteem where I could find it.)

As far as I can remember, you were the first person I got to know (adults included) who I could clearly tell was significantly smarter than I was. Definitely an interesting and useful experience. (In fact, there's only been one other person since who's given me quite that feeling of running-to-keep-up, and given the nature of Cambridge I have this nagging feeling that if I asked it'd turn out that you know him. ;)

Fortunately, the intervening years have allowed me to calibrate things rather more accurately on that particular spectrum.


And wow, that lot really does sound shockingly arrogant. Ick.
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[personal profile] simontTue 2006-05-02 18:49
[livejournal.com profile] tombee was indeed a year below me (and was the person I allude to in the first paragraph :-)

Cambridge, of course, is well known for taking in enormous numbers of people who have never had the experience of finding they're not the smartest kid around any more, and giving nearly all of them that experience. (Though of course there's still got to be some smug bastard at the top of the heap, and there's probably nothing to be done about them...)
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[identity profile] tombee.livejournal.comTue 2006-05-02 22:47
Gosh. DId I really say that? I'm not sure that being first and formost a rugby player could ever be a good thing, although at the time I suppose we were too young to be drinking eight pints and singing ditties probably relating to a hedgehog. Not that that necessarily prevented the rugby team from trying.

However it's fair to say that, of the informal LP geek society, I would be the only one likely to make it over the gain line, let alone steal quick ball. Or to know ten synonyms for being sick.

As for Cambridge itself, I know exactly what you mean; among a large circle of my friends there I might have counted as one of the socially normal ones. A truly scary thought, and possibly one suggesting spectrum disorder.

And I'm marrying the best thing I got out of Cambridge, this summer :-)

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(Anonymous)Wed 2006-05-03 07:26
P.S. Many happy returns!
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