Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Came home to another misdirected phone call to Brian Greene, String Theorist... this time a person left a message on my answering machine. He said:
Hello Professora Greeneee, I'm Roberto, I calling from Italy. Uh, I sented you an [unknown word... sounds like "island" or maybe "nylon"] your address in [another unknown word... sounds like "mat] at, uh, Columbia. I would, uh, like you take a look please, and then, uh, if you like, we can, uh, get together. Thank you very much. Bye.
Huh? Let's get a few things straight. First of all, from now on please pronounce my (meaning his) name correctly... the e at the end is silent. Secondly, if you found my (meaning his) address at Columbia, chances are you found his phone number too. They're in the same place. So stop calling me (meaning me) instead of him. Thirdly, you want to get together? I hope you're planning on flying to the U.S., cause it seems rather inconvenient for me (meaning him), a busy professor and expert physicist, to fly to Italy to talk with you. And finally, why didn't you leave a phone number for me (meaning him) to return the call? Seems much easier than flying to Italy.
Don't expect to be hearing back from me (meaning him... or me).


brotherjimmy said...

Your parents should have nammed you Tony. Or Debroah.

Brian said...

It actually came down to Brian or Zachary. My mom pushed hard for Zach, but my dad put the kibosh on it.