The so called 2005 Student Symposium is an annual poster competition funded by the student association in which students present their summer research under the scrutiny of hard nosed judges and know nothing administrative lackeys. Its mystery is only exceeded by its power.
There seems to be some sort of rush to get us to submit a title and an abstract. Over the course of two-three work days I’ve put about 30 minutes of real work into an abstract. I’m confidant that have produced a document that sufficiently depicts the results of the research I haven’t started yet in half a page or less.
I’m stuck on a title though. I want something catchy. Something that screams sex. Something that’ll mask the fact that my research, however more superior it might be, is much more important than the other guy who found the cure for cancer. I want to heir the guy that comes up with the headlines for the National Inquirer.
edit (7/8/05): The title I came up with has everything I wanted in a title, humorous disregard for the scientific norm and a secret reference to my unwilling-participation (the use of the word 'gluttonous').
Care and Feeding of Gluttonous SCC Computers
It works out as super computers are more often than not gluttons in every sence of the word.
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