Most substantial entries here are friends-only. My posts are less a regular, journalistic account of my life than a collection of occasional, long, and imperfect polemics about abstractions or life issues, but if you're still interested, please comment so you can be friended.
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Hey guys. I'm here today to tell you about a book I read recently, namely Henry Darger: In The Realms Of The Unreal, by John MacGregor. It's a study of Henry Darger, a man I instantly became obsessed with upon encountering his Wikipedia entry sometime last fall ( Read more... )

Open the door, Mailer. Awake the dawn, Moiler. Moiler -- Mailer -- Male-er. Open the dawn, weaver. Wreather. Oh, we'll be there, Norman. Just keep the hinges moving, Mormon Nailer. Nailing ninety-five Mormons to the opened door. Ninety-fryve. Blithe Clive. Open the web, Nailer. Needleman. Nellingham. Nailingham is always welcome here ( Read more... )

This volume is not an almanac of unrelated facts, even though many sections and especially the appendices can be used to look up things, but rather is a travel guide to the Chebyshev City where the individual algorithms and identities interact to form a community. In this mathematical village, the special functions are special friends. A ( Read more... )

I am majoring in physics. Why on earth would a person do that? I'm not sure how many of my friends actually have any idea why the subject appeals to me, since I don't talk about it much around people who aren't also physics majors. Here is an attempt at explanation.

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A postmodernist is a person who claims that texts have an almost indeterminate number of interpretations and who then leaves a note on his/her refrigerator requesting a pepperoni pizza for supper.-Walker Percy ( Read more... )