Imagine a creation story where the Cosmos gives us two brother gods: Integration and Differentiation. They are responsible for two components of the Universe.
Integration—”The Great Summer”—is in charge of unity and space (well, area, but let’s just go with space). He wields integral symbols as weapons and lives in the sky.
Differentiation—”The Great Changer”—is in charge of division and, of course, change. He’s able to take the smallest components of the universe (hence the “division” aspect) and create a degree of change in it*. He has armor made out of barbs tangent to his skin and lives in the earth.
Something to draw, maybe…?
*Yes, I know taking the derivative of a function does not cause the change measured. Just work with me here.
Well, that was a nice 4-day break.
Now back to the grind with summer class/summer jobs!
When I started blogging seven years ago, I would never have guessed I would still be doing it in 2013. Never, ever, EVER would have guessed.
Hell, I started it on a whim.
And yet here we are.
I haven’t planned anything ‘cause I’ve been crazy busy and I only remembered that this was my anniversary about an hour ago.
So instead I’d like to thank all my loyal followers, both long-time (MATT!) and newer. I don’t understand why you follow, but I certainly appreciate that you do. Feel free to leave comments. I love comments. I promise I’ll be better about replying to them once this psycho semester is over.
I’d also like to thank Aneel and E’raina who were the two who peer-pressured me into blogging in the first place. Doing so has been very cathartic at times and at other times has just let me get out all the sludge that builds up in my brain to make room for semi-normal thought.
20 more years to go!
According to the internet, Isaac Newton is made of “man, Romance, and herpa derp. With a dash of Ramen.” That freaking made my day.
Best thing about tonight’s concert: Bukvich song! Freaking awesome.
Worst thing about tonight’s concert: Bukvich song! But only because it’s a badass song but there are no recordings of it yet so I can’t download it and listen to it whenever I want.
I was going to say something else, but I seriously can’t remember what it was now.
Sorry these suck.
Another theory: Mr. Goodbar has an evil mad scientist twin brother. I’m trying to decide if he’d be named Dr. Evilbar or Dr. Badbar.
I think Dr. Badbar sounds cooler.
Please refer to me as “Dr. Badbar” if I ever become a supervillain.
Anyway, I had a dream last night that someone bleached all my clothes. All my beautiful ostentatious colors were gone! It was quite distressing.
Now I gotta go
screw around on Tumblr be productive.
Theory: Cinnamon Toast Crunch is Cap’n Crunch’s estranged son who, rebelling aginst his father’s wishes that he join the Navy, took up a life of stripping. His real name’s like Gary or something and “Cinnamon Toast” is just his stage name.
I’d like to know how that went down when Cap’n Crunch found out.
Like one day The Cap’n comes home from a long day of Crunchatizing and finds li’l Gary taking off all his cinnamon in a bowl of milk to the tune of “You Sexy Thing.”
“Dad! I uh…what are you doing home so early?”
“Son, what are you doing?”
“Get out of the milk, son.”
“Get out of the milk.”
I get visibly upset every time I see helium balloons now. There’s a helium shortage, people. Do you want a festive party or do you want to keep your MRI machines running?
I’d suggest hydrogen balloons as an alternative, but birthday candles + hydrogen encased in thin balloon film skin = mini Hindenburg time, so yeah.
Happy birthday, Pierre-Simon Laplace!
Considered the “Newton of France”, Laplace is another one of those guys who just did EVERYTHING. He did a lot with probability—both Frequentist and Bayesian—and he’s even got a distribution named after him.
I know at least three of my readers dig The Oatmeal. Today I read a comic of his that I’d never seen before. I advise you to read it as well if you haven’t yet come across it.