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Sorry, bright ladies --- I am working on the stories I promised for you, I vow so! It is just that I have been bitten by a serious plot bunny, and am finally writing down a scene that had been in my mind for years. So I keep in mind Shilhak-Inshushinak's advice that my time and writing energy is better spent writing fiction, if I intend to write fiction anyways.
Super quick summary: Ontario Reach for the Top sixth, Chicago NAQT tied for 36th of 160, (Cuchulain got 4th individual and top senior out of 500-something), I attend a logic seminar to the discombobulation of the famous logic professor, and a Lie algebra seminar to the discombobulation of Margarethe, which was the first math talk ever where I cannot understand the words, but I can understand how they are put together.* I work, breathe, write, eat, window shop, browse the BPAL forum, and plan jewelry and BPAL purchases. Life is fairly good and quiet. 'Tis the Tarot Year of the Hermit for me, indeed.
*A former math acquaintance of mine told of a scale of understanding math texts:
1. You can understand all the words, and how they are put together.
2. You can understand all of the words, but not how they are put together
3. You can understand some of the words; therefore, how they are put together escapes you.
4. You cannot understand any of the important words; forget about wondering how they are put together.
4a (achieved by Margarethe's talk) You cannot understand the important words, but if you assume you do, how they are put together makes sense. Maybe this is a state achieved only by someone who has had category theory thrown at her. It's all objects and arrows, and who cares what the objects are.
Oh yeah, and I met at Timothy's the gentleman I had been committing mathematical adultery with at the Bagelshop long ago. We chatted again, about math, about category theory, about Lambek who he had assumed was dead. I did not think of replying that when I was trying to wrangle an appointment with the man, no one told me yet to bring a Ouija board along. Knock wood for the Linguistics Elder Gods.
Super quick summary: Ontario Reach for the Top sixth, Chicago NAQT tied for 36th of 160, (Cuchulain got 4th individual and top senior out of 500-something), I attend a logic seminar to the discombobulation of the famous logic professor, and a Lie algebra seminar to the discombobulation of Margarethe, which was the first math talk ever where I cannot understand the words, but I can understand how they are put together.* I work, breathe, write, eat, window shop, browse the BPAL forum, and plan jewelry and BPAL purchases. Life is fairly good and quiet. 'Tis the Tarot Year of the Hermit for me, indeed.
*A former math acquaintance of mine told of a scale of understanding math texts:
1. You can understand all the words, and how they are put together.
2. You can understand all of the words, but not how they are put together
3. You can understand some of the words; therefore, how they are put together escapes you.
4. You cannot understand any of the important words; forget about wondering how they are put together.
4a (achieved by Margarethe's talk) You cannot understand the important words, but if you assume you do, how they are put together makes sense. Maybe this is a state achieved only by someone who has had category theory thrown at her. It's all objects and arrows, and who cares what the objects are.
Oh yeah, and I met at Timothy's the gentleman I had been committing mathematical adultery with at the Bagelshop long ago. We chatted again, about math, about category theory, about Lambek who he had assumed was dead. I did not think of replying that when I was trying to wrangle an appointment with the man, no one told me yet to bring a Ouija board along. Knock wood for the Linguistics Elder Gods.
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