(and it is a good cause)
So McKay and I are going to be married. He proposed officially last night after calling my father last Saturday for permission. The left menu bar has a link to the flash presentation that he made for me. I'll add more details later. I have a busy day.
"Arithmetic leads to philology, and philology leads to crime." -from The Lesson by Eugene Ionesco
So Anthropology was so boring that I had time to write a short poem that I've been thinking about for a few days:
Rachmaninoff, the pianist
wrote concertos left and right.
Trying to watch his fingers
on the keys black and white.
And here I practice Theme A
and now to Theme B
While, once it was key of D major,
Now in Ellemenopee.
The one's sharp- another flat
One is sharp to the third.
It's a mess on paper,
but organized when heard.
I'm sure if he meant anything,
I'm sure that he meant well.
I can't really blame Maninoff
for my accidental hell.
I'm officially on the list to present at the Research Conference next March. My abstract can be found here. I'm currently typing up the paper for the talk. It's going to be a party!
Dr. Forcade's advice for the Conference:
"An abstract is exactly what it sounds like: abstract."
"For the first 6 minutes or so of our talk, keep it simple so that they actually feel like they're following you. Then blow them away."
Dr. Forcade is wonderful, isn't he?
Trampolines are amazing, aren't they?
It is my firm belief that if you gave everyone with manic depression a trampoline, they couldn't be sad. Remember the last time you were on a trampoline. You smiled right away, right? I know. It's a reflex. Trampoline=fun.
If I were God, I would have made a planet made completely out of trampolines. And then, when I was bored, I'd go jump for a while.
In fact, if I were God, I would have made Kolob completely out of trampolines.
Why? Heck the why not.
(because we were so misunderstood in middle school)
I was talking to McKay the other day and he mentioned reading that one poem of mine that I posted under "Sunday School." That one is pretty much the sappiest poem I ever wrote. Hooray for 8th grade poetry. So, I've decided that I've got enough sappy poetry that I could post another junior high wonder. Here we go!
To the Sir whom I will meet:
My sir-when you and I were young,
More young than we are now.
Far younger than the suckling babe
Or the newborn fattling cow
Before this earth was made by God
When dark and light were one.
We walked with cherubs of heaven
Where all the hues of love were one
I knew you then, we planned to meet
One day so we could walk
Again with cherubs in the sky
To sing and dance and gaily talk.
And left the heavens’ song
To be born on this mortal earth
Why must our parting be so long?
Good sir- do remember our oath!
And with each day renew
This promise we gave the other
My love, I say, be true! Be true!
Be wary! For the world would like
For you to lose your way.
Be courteous and gallant, chaste,
With honesty in all you say.
And I do hold to my good word:
I will stand in virtue,
Benevolence, integrity,
Love, I will save myself for you.
And if you didn't get the disclaimer above, I was in middle school when I wrote it. I was rather Molly Mormon-y for a while. What happened? No idea.
So I haven't posted in a while, and that's because midterms are this week and next and I've been pretty busy.
So I was cleaning up the other day and I found this list. It was my to do list last semester when I was really stressed. I'm really not suicidal, but it makes me feel better to put it in a list.
To do:
Tonight/Tomorrow
clean room, go to store, go through notebooks
doresume and turn it in
do 315 homework
study 371- do 371 homework
do liny alg for next week
write essays for next week
read the BOM
work on theorem- check website and Forcades
pray
die (hanging)
practice the piano
die again (jumping off of SWKT)
write "how to"
clean bathrooms
die once more (drowning)
go to bed
don't wake up
write to Grandma, Jared, Andrew
get caught up in the rapture
write thank you note for teacher recommendations
make cookies
run away to Vermont
write to Vermont
get in the way of the Cherubs guarding Eden
die by flaming sword
Runner up (spoken by the professor): "Let me tell you how to think."
First Place (by a student in a presentation): "Ceilings are notorious for being on top of buildings."
When I walk to campus, I approach it from the west, almost directly facing the Tanner Building. The Tanner Building is a strange one. From the inside, it is spacious with plenty of natural light, filled with suits and ties and laptops. However, from the outside, it has always looked a little funny. It's gray and rectangular and gray and gray and...
I can not tell a lie: the Tanner building looks like a cinder block.
It's as if God decided to throw a cinder block into the middle of campus so that everytime he walks through Provo, he'll stub his little toe.
And I can't say I blame him.
I mean, if I were God, I'd stub my toe on a cinder block everyday.
Sometimes you just have those days...
Those days that you want to be in Illinois to celebrate a holiday. No one in Utah celebrates St. Patrick's Day or Casimir Polaski Day.
And they definately don't know how to properly celebrate Groundhog Day.
Yes. That's right. What does a Chicago girl know about a German Pennsylvanian holiday? If I could, I'd drive half an hour from my home town to Woodstock and show you Groundhog Day.
I've been there. To the movie theater, to the square where the Groundhog Day celebrations took place, even, yes, to the puddle that Bill Murray stepped in.
So here's a shout out to all of the people who are going to celebrate this day right: SELL SOME INSURANCE!
And for those of you who are actually going to Woodstock today, you can pick up maps of where to find everything in the courthouse. Sadly, the puddle for Bill Murray was created by removing some cobblestones in the street, which they promptly repaired, but when they filled it back up, they put a plaque there.
So yesterday, I was reading G.H.Hardy's A Mathematician's Apology, and in it, he tries to attempt to explain what a beautiful math proof looks like. In the end, he basically says that you know it when you see it. It reminded me of a Justice Potter Stewart's comment on pornography that "I'll know it when I see it."
And then it came to me.
The worst analogy ever.
"Good math is like pornography: I know it when I see it."
It's terrible, isn't it?
Becuase really, good math is not like porn. At all. Good math is wonderful. Porn is degrading.
So that's today's "Worst analogy ever."
If any of you can come up with a good "worst analogy ever" (and keep it clean or I'll remove your comment), let me know. Maybe the winner will get something special...
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