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Hee! Guess what came in the mail today? "Danielle Steel's Family Album" with a baby Joe Flanigan. Dear god, such a pretty, pretty boy. And so very, very gay; blond boyfriends, one after the other. Katya and I watched a little over an hour of it, sighing and, oh yes, squeeing. Over his baby face, and (obviously waxed) chest, and Flock-of-Seagulls hair (for the scenes set in the 70s!?), and pouty lower lip. Too, too much with the cuteness. And we have about three more hours to go.
You know, seeing screencaps from "Pin" had me imagining very pr0ny thoughts of John meeting a teenaged Rodney. Now, I'm imagining Rodney meeting a teenaged John. Or maybe a teenaged John running away to California and meeting up with a teenaged Rodney who's attending CalTech. :)
I've been reading a great book recently, "Prime Obsession", by John Derbyshire. He spends half the book telling you the story of the life of Bernhard Riemann, who in 1859 presented a hypothesis on the pattern of the distribution of prime numbers. He spends the other half trying to teach you enough math so that you can understand the hypothesis. It's fascinating reading, if a somewhat galling reminder of how much math I have lost since I graduated high school in ::kof:: '86. But the aspect of the book I'm most enjoying is the author's humor; I almost feel like I'm being lectured by Zelenka. Take this passage, where he's talking about the fact that a certain function is called the Pi of N:
Yes, I know this is confusing...pi is the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter, and this new use of pi has nothing to do with that. The Greek alphabet has only 24 letters and by the time mathematicians got round to giving this function a symbol, all 24 had been pretty much used up and they had to start recycling them. I am sorry about this; it's not my fault; the notation is now perfectly standard; you'll just have to put up with it.
Drop a few particles, add a Czech accent...close enough.
You know, seeing screencaps from "Pin" had me imagining very pr0ny thoughts of John meeting a teenaged Rodney. Now, I'm imagining Rodney meeting a teenaged John. Or maybe a teenaged John running away to California and meeting up with a teenaged Rodney who's attending CalTech. :)
I've been reading a great book recently, "Prime Obsession", by John Derbyshire. He spends half the book telling you the story of the life of Bernhard Riemann, who in 1859 presented a hypothesis on the pattern of the distribution of prime numbers. He spends the other half trying to teach you enough math so that you can understand the hypothesis. It's fascinating reading, if a somewhat galling reminder of how much math I have lost since I graduated high school in ::kof:: '86. But the aspect of the book I'm most enjoying is the author's humor; I almost feel like I'm being lectured by Zelenka. Take this passage, where he's talking about the fact that a certain function is called the Pi of N:
Yes, I know this is confusing...pi is the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter, and this new use of pi has nothing to do with that. The Greek alphabet has only 24 letters and by the time mathematicians got round to giving this function a symbol, all 24 had been pretty much used up and they had to start recycling them. I am sorry about this; it's not my fault; the notation is now perfectly standard; you'll just have to put up with it.
Drop a few particles, add a Czech accent...close enough.