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I have not heard "Magician Among the Spirits" -- but I also have some catching up to do with their newer stuff. They just kept going!
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It's so good! One of my favorites... though the first time I listened to it I didn't feel crazy about it... but it's grown on me so much. I love how The Church tells stories in their songs ("the people who lived in the dome" etc.)
This one has some great stories.
I know one isn't "supposed" to understand song lyrics... especially from "The Church" but this is driving me crazy. Consider "Loveblind." At the start of the song the detective says "His wife suspected something, that's why she brought me in"
But then later he says "I rang my client and I banged on her door
I told her it was me that we was looking for"
So, is this a story about a poor woman whose husband thinks he's a private eye... looking for her husband?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yh9Sqolp4vg
When he says his wife/client is "loveblind" it's more that she's just sad to see her husband loosing his mind.
He has no face because he's forgotten who he is.
I know one isn't "supposed" to understand song lyrics... especially from "The Church" but this is driving me crazy. Consider "Loveblind." At the start of the song the detective says "His wife suspected something, that's why she brought me in"
But then later he says "I rang my client and I banged on her door
I told her it was me that we was looking for"
So, is this a story about a poor woman whose husband thinks he's a private eye... looking for her husband?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yh9Sqolp4vg
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I get the joke here... but also... To really use excel you need to know a little about boolean logic, and computer programming. excel is practically a complete programing language and a powerful environment for processing information.
The graph in this meme should just keep going up.
I mean at minimum it should be on a level with algebra. How can you use a spreadsheet and not get variables?
(I wish we have quote tweet, but follow up to see what I mean)
#mathematics
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Me too. I woke up thinking about how it'd be nice to visit and eat those last two cookies after all. :)
The house is still there, like she is still there. As if that world has not vanished or transformed into some unrecognizable place of unexplained ruins. The trash of strangers and their untold secrets. No. No, those cookies are still waiting for me.
5/5
In my child's imagination they were counted, scrutinized. I agonized over how to proceed. I arrived at shaving crumbs from the back of each cookie with a butterknife that I would wash secretly in the tiny powder room, convinced someone would do a forensic test for cookie residue.
I never ate those last two cookies. I never had to grapple with an explanation or a means of disposing of the empty tin. So, in my mind, I still feel like I could just go back and find them.
4/
That was the year grandma got sick. We would visit more often. More opportunities for larceny.
After two years I'd eaten it all of the cookie I'd crumbled. And though, that year there was no more cold lemonade in the glass picture, two cookies remained, nestled in white waxy paper cuffs.
3/
|| A Confession. ||
::They sold the house years ago. It might not even be there anymore. But, in my mind, I still feel like I could go back. Slip through the rusting back gate, lifting the old rope that held it closed, between the bushes, up the back steps to find the screen door unlocked.
Cold lemonade in a glass picture in the fridge. Dandy yellow tablecloth. The curtains red and orange, handmade, glowing with summer light. 1/
This image of 1920′s New York City from the Staten Island Ferry sent chills up and down my spine.
It's more than 100 years old. But it's instantly recognizable as NYC. It would have sounded and felt much the same. Modernity is so old. The modern city, the grid, New York grit and fast walking are all older than anyone who is alive today.
The premodern world is beyond human memory.
*shudder*
Of course it was also very different in some ways... but every one has legacies.
... Being a woman who say "women shouldn't vote" when your personal political view are more oft held by men isn't really interesting or daring or it's just a normal, selfish, reactionary way of trying to get your way.
It's not even worthy of the time it might take to be disgusted with such a person.
Has your opinion of Nature declined? Or do they get a pass because as a popular magazine they have to seek out the compelling and sensational and that where fakery, bad-science and self-delusion are more likely to lurk?
The girls of summer— transistors and ants in their hair.
(this is not an actual problem I’m having right now? why would you even think that?????)
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I tried a new activity this summer. I was worried the shape toys would feel too “baby” — but combined with “build every Johnson Solid We can” (which is hard) it was just about right.
With older kids I’d withhold the images and just tell them how many of each kind of face.
I don’t have a good elementary explanation for why it’s sometimes possible to build an “invalid” solid— would love any suggestions on that. #mathematics #math
Last day of math camp! We had fun this year.