welcome to my website

this is the third version of my website. the theme of this version is simplicity. you can visit the old site and see the difference.

this is still a work in progress. check back later for the newest additions. still unfinished:

  • words
  • pictures
  • music
  • misc
  • um... pretty much everything

won't you stay for a while and have tea? rest assured, there are no alarms and no surprises here.

about me

yichuan liu

nth year ph.d. student in financial economics
mit sloan school of management

office:
e62-680 at 50 memorial dr, cambridge, ma 02139
(no mail bombs please)
email:
liu <at> sloan <dot> mit <dot> edu
(no spam damn it)
facebook:
profile page

history:
2007-99: phd financial economics at mit
2003-07: b.com. finance at ubc sauder school of business
<2003: carefree youth, time well wasted

frequently asked questions

q: how do i pronounce your name?
a: first name: yee-traan; last name: leo. ipa ['i 'tʂʰu̯an 'li̯ou̯]

q: can i ask you a question about the ph.d. program at mit sloan?
a: yes, but visit the ph.d. program website and read the admission requirements first before emailing me.

q: did you design this website and why?
a: yes and because i enjoy writing code.

q: can i tell me more about yourself and the work you do?
a: yes, buy me a cup of coffee and i'll be glad to tell you my life story.

q: where can i find [anything] about course i'm taking, mr. ta?
a: everything you need is on stellar.

the lake

by edgar allan poe

in youth’s spring, it was my lot
to haunt of the wide earth a spot
the which i could not love the less;
so lovely was the loneliness
of a wild lake, with black rock bound.
and the tall pines that tower’d around.
but when the night had thrown her pall
upon that spot — as upon all,
and the wind would pass me by
in its stilly melody,
my infant spirit would awake
to the terror of the lone lake.
yet that terror was not fright —
but a tremulous delight,
and a feeling undefin’d,
springing from a darken’d mind.
death was in that poison’d wave
and in its gulf a fitting grave
for him who thence could solace bring
to his dark imagining;
whose wild’ring thought could even make
an eden of that dim lake.