If you write your date in the American order (month-day-year) then today is momentous for its sequentiality: 10-11-12 (and even more momentous at 1:14pm!).
Today is otherwise rather unremarkable. I have lost my voice, swamped under work and viral bodies. The one pervades my mind; the other, my body. I am attempting to write a description of my research which simultaneously renders it accessible to the reader and emphasizes its broad applications and stresses its difficulty and level of mathematical abstraction.
Days like this make me wonder if I could support myself writing bodice-rippers. Well, it's a fall-back plan, way down the list.
This post's theme word is cerumen, "earwax." Is that cerumen, or are my ears congested?
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
I'm going to type every word I know! Rectangle...
Today's just another autumn day, as I sit in my grey cinderblock cell and haplessly toil over my keyboard, struggling to produce knowledge.
One of these days, that monkey will produce an article definitively proving P=NP. And won't we all feel foolish.
This post's theme word is callipygous, "having well-shaped buttocks." His callipygous beauty was hidden at his desk job by the overwhelmingly monotonous furniture.
One of these days, that monkey will produce an article definitively proving P=NP. And won't we all feel foolish.
This post's theme word is callipygous, "having well-shaped buttocks." His callipygous beauty was hidden at his desk job by the overwhelmingly monotonous furniture.
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