Michael Karlesky

A cabinet of wonders. Minus the cabinet. And possibly the wonders.

Better.

I wrote back in November about a rough week. ​Five months later I can tell you how it all turned out. First, let's review, shall we? I totally bombed an exam in a very difficult and very important class. A highly praised academic paper of mine taking much effort to write was rejected by a conference. In one of my research projects, the wheels had just fallen off. All this happened in just a single week.

By God's grace and after hours and hours and hours of studying and homework problem sets, I made it through that critical class with a B+. I could get no lower than a B. This is my first grade in graduate school less than an A. And I couldn't be more happy about it.​ I'm just about a month from finishing my last theory class in my core curriculum. It's challenging. Not quite as bad as the monster from last semester — but still a great deal of work. Assuming I make it through I will be able to breathe much easier next year (my last year of coursework) free of these stringent grade requirements.

I revised and cut down that failed paper into a lesser form known as a Work in Progress. The same conference that rejected the original full version accepted this  shorter version. In fact, it also accepted a second Work in Progress I submitted discussing another project of mine. And so, in two weeks I fly to Paris to show both projects and rub elbows with academics and practitioners in the field of Human Computer Interaction.​ A few weeks ago I submitted a revised and expanded version of the original failed paper to a different conference more suitable to its content. I spent eight hours finishing it with a bad fever and chills. I'll hear whether it's accepted in about six weeks.

My problematic research project is now back on track after digging into its issues and finding solutions to difficult problems. I have essentially no time for it this semester. Working on this project will become my summer job.​

More recently I met with some researchers developing a very capable wearable Brain Computer Interface. Don't freak out. It can't read your thoughts — just how excited you are and enough of your thought patterns to roughly direct a cursor up, down, left, and right. I had something of a brainstorm (ahem) in that conversation. My advisor kinda lost her mind (again. ahem.) over what I came up with. Hopefully we'll get to do something very cool with Brain Computer Interfaces in the coming year.

Today I got to meet the founder of Grasshopper. Not much is posted online about the company and its project. Read the first half of this article for a rough idea of what they're doing (don't miss the video links in the photo captions). The founder Ien is something of a kindred spirit. I found it especially encouraging to talk to someone that thinks like I do.

This madness I've gone and done remains incredibly difficult. But I'm feeling better about it.​

1 year, 7 months, and 11 days

​Not worn. Well loved.

​I try to be on top of things. Before I moved to New York City I enrolled in the MTA's direct debit service. They sent me an unlimited use MetroCard for the city's subway and busses. It was stowed away in my shoulder bag for weeks before I took that fateful airplane ride from West Michigan to the Empire State.

When I stepped onto the M60 bus outside LaGuardia airport to go into Manhattan, I dipped my card in the reader — my first official act as a brand new New Yorker.

The MTA just recently sent me a replacement MetroCard. And, thus, after one year, seven months, and eleven days I retired my very first MetroCard. I've really grown attached to this little square of plasticized paper with its one notched corner and black magnetic strip. I'm going to have it framed.

No Pants Subway Ride 2013

[Preamble: To play along at home, just remove your pants while reading.]

Improv Everywhere is a “New York City-based prank collective that causes scenes of chaos and joy in public places.” I've loved them since long before I moved to the city. Let me give you a flavor for their pranks:

Obviously, I love them.

When my friend Stephanie visited in November we almost got in on their Black Friday prank of lining up for super deals at a dollar store. One of Improv Everywhere's most beloved pranks happened in 2002 and involved pantsless riders on the subway. This has since morphed into an annual parade of sorts that happens all over the world in various mass transit systems. I was home in Michigan last year and could not participate. But this year? With these legs? Oh yes. I got to do it this year. Yesterday.

I joined up after lunch following church. In fact, the Brooklyn contingent met just across the street from church. We were instructed not to take photos (so as to not ruin the experience for the unsuspecting). We were also coached on what to say if asked. Possible responses: “Yeah. I just forgot my pants today”, “I lost a bet”, ”It is a little chilly”, and “Sometimes pants just get restricting, ya know?”. We were assigned subway train cars based on the last digit of our phone numbers. We then had an order in which we depantsed (storing our pants in backpacks and bags we all brought) and got off our train to wait on the platform for the next train. In this way, we the pantsless were disbursed throughout the subway system. Everyone from all over the city converged at Union Square in Manhattan.

Honestly, going pantsless is pretty comfortable, especially as it wasn't particularly cold. It felt natural. Freeing. I will never forget the look on the face of an older gentleman on my train (complete with waxed and curled mustache) when a young woman next to him got herself ready for her stop. It was complete surprise, confusion, and bemusement. And maybe a little appreciation as well. Ahem. There was also a father and son duo on my train. The boy was probably six and rocking his tighty whiteys.

Most people got a kick out of this whole thing. However, I think a man on my second train was likely in need of medical help. He may have had a foreign object lodged in a certain orifice. As we all got off at Union Square he yelled from behind us, “When everybody's clever, nobody is!”

When we arrived at upper level of Union Square the place was packed with pantsless people. New York City is a place of great diversity… of cultures, languages, heritages, and underpants. Did I mention that I have great legs? No? Well, at the Union Square stop a young woman asked me out. While I was wearing no pants. Her opening line: “I like your underwear.” The key is — you really just have to put yourself out there.

For a video and photos of the event all over the city plus the original prank, go here. Be prepared for some booty.

Photos (taken covertly):

  • Union Square
  • The crowd in Brooklyn
  • Receiving instruction by bullhorn
  • My roommate
  • Me (photo by my roommate) while I futzed with a photo I had taken covertly
  • Me again
  • Jay Street Metrotech platform
  • More Union Square