This website includes a blog where I can share my notes and research experiments with my colleagues and supervisors. I hope that this blog will one day expand to become a collection of both work from my research (of which I will surely have plenty) and materials from courses I teach (in some awesomely cool interactive web-y way).
Most (if not all) of the material in my blog are extended notes from discussions I’ve had with Frank, my thesis advisor. So if you see any interesting material on the blog, the credit should go to Frank. Any errors you find are likely mine. (Don’t tell Frank.)
This is a wordpress site, but not one I manage alone. I’m hitching a ride with Peter, who is involved in this very cool math project. Conveniently, this site includes all kinds of nice plugins (like MathJax) without the hassle of installing it all on my own.
The name matsguru comes from “M. Tsuruga”. Yes, it’s an anagram of my name. A very cool one. It implies that I consider myself a mathematics guru (that, perhaps, cannot spell). I know very well that I am far from being a guru of mathematics, though I am friends with many. But a student of mathematics cannot pass up the chance of using an anagram like this, don’t you think?
I was born in New York City. Really the city, not the state. I used to be able to see the Les Misérables theater from my window. But we moved out of that apartment when I was little and Les Misérables is no longer playing on Broadway. I lived in Forest Hills, Queens for a while after that. We moved back to Manhattan when I turned 16. My sweet 16 party actually took place in what was to be our new apartment in StuyTown. It was a disaster. Bottles were broken. Security was called. I was an impossible teenager.
Now, I live in Berlin with my mom and my impossible daughter. She is not yet a teenager, but I fear its inevitable arrival as karma is a b*tch. My mom — whom I no doubt tormented through my years of self discovery — now gleefully watches me as I deal with my little ball of chaos. My mother supported me all those years ago and she continues to support me today; she moved to Berlin to watch my toddler so I can work.
I have a baby brother who hasn’t been a baby in some time. He’s an artist and works in 3D animation. I don’t understand anything he does and he doesn’t understand anything I do. Our mother, however, thinks we do the same sort of work. Since he’s a computer artist by occupation, he gets tax deductions on some really neat toys—and that’s very nice.