Bessels, In-N-Out and The Big Lebowski

So dudes, I had my first Friday night in Stanford that I didn't spend doing homework on. First of all, it started with the invitation from a girl in my class whom I thought went to MIT for undergrad, but who really went to CalTech, a place infamous for its brutally abused and dishonoured Honor Code. In any case, this girl looked nice when she smiled, and had learnt Bessel functions in undergrad while I hadn't, so I thought, now there's someone I want to get to know. So she sent out an invitation to eat In-n-Out burgers, drink white Russians and watch "The Big Lebowski". And I went for it.

For the first time I went to the genuine Californian In-N-Out for its much reputed burger and milkshake. I'm still not ready to confirm the quality of their cheeseburgers, for, after I consented to a topping of onions, the taste of a thick layer of the latter totally obscured those of cheese, burger and amazingly even the milkshake. Neither did I touch the white Russian (a mixture of Vodka, Kahlua and milk so it looks like a nice light-chocolate blend of Thai ice tea) for, dudes, after showing a positive result to the Mantoux test, which swole my arm for a whole week, and after taking three chest x-rays in less than three weeks to confirm that I'm indeed not suffering from TB, I'm on antibiotics that causes severe liver damage if I turn alcoholic. So, yes, I just watched Big Lebowski and rest of them friends drank white Russian. The friends are all local, true-blue Californians (the girl in my class is "Palo-Alto-local"), and who therefore must appreciate the dude. I didn't get to hear too much of him though, cuz no sooner had we started the video than visitors started arriving at the apartment. A girl called Heather, who was supposed to bring two men, came bringing none, and was trying to take two movie-watching men out of the apartment to a dance party. When she didn't succeed much, she removed her white jacket, shared a chair with one of the men, had him engaged in conversation while drinking red wine (according to her friends vodka isn't as effective on her). Then a Nancy and a Diane and three other guys wearing Stanford-imprinted college apparel streamed in to (and eventually out of) the apartment. It wasn't till twenty minutes before the movie ended that the placed got quietened down.

So I decide now that I'll borrow the movie from her again. I mean the CalTech girl. If I ever do that'd be the third time I'm watching it. I'm taking this etude of the Californian spirit really seriously you know. And I'm sure I'll get better at it. Today, even with the ins and outs I still got a lot more than what I did two years ago in Jo's apartment.

So that was my Friday night. Now are the eigenvalues of problems with Bessel function solutions equivalent to the intersections of the Bessel function graphs with the x-axis?