The Mathematician Guy who Lives with his Mother

The Mathematician Guy who Lives with his Mother in Russia must be intelligence squared. He's just won a big award which he has declined. Something about a Poincare conjecture. This from the Globe and Mail:

"The Poincare conjecture essentially says that in three dimensions you cannot transform a doughnut shape into a sphere without ripping it, although any shape without a hole can be stretched or shrunk into a sphere.

Proving the conjecture — an exercise in acrobatics with mindboggling imaginary doughnuts and balls — is anything but trivial. Colleagues say Mr. Perelman's work gives mathematical descriptions of what the universe might look like and promises exciting applications in physics and other fields."

Now this from a sensible Canadian:

This can only mean that the universe is either shaped like a doughnut or a Timbit.

If a doughnut, what flavour would it be? Would it be glazed? Sprinkled?

If a Timbit, would it be sour cream, or fruit-filled?

Maybe someone will come up with a unifying theory of everything in which they prove that the universe is actually a Timbit encapsulated in a donut. I figure that Timbits are always trying to return to Mamma, from whence they came.