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[Sara Crewe]

Is anonamouse and twelveoone the same person?

Yes, they are the same person and I only answer that because he hasnt made any big secret of that information.

Since I am here, I will pass on (to Tzara) a brief account of my day. I ended up pouring over a grade twelve math textbook this morning so that I could teach a lesson on polynomials. So, you can put your little Sara Crewe voodoo doll away...mission accomplished.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Yes, they [anonamouse and twelveoone; sj] are the same person and I only answer that because he hasnt made any big secret of that information.

What about Aunty Muse??

Since I am here, I will pass on (to Tzara) a brief account of my day. I ended up pouring over a grade twelve math textbook this morning so that I could teach a lesson on polynomials.

You may have a look at

mathBit​

where Newton binomial coefficients are treated as polynomials.

 

[Aunty Muse]

Is anonamouse and twelveoone the same person?

Are anonamouse and twelveoone the same person?

And what about me?

 

[Senna Jawa]

gossip -- Lit equalities

Aunty reacts mighty fast:

Are anonamouse and twelveoone the same person?

And what about me?

Is

Aunty Muse = XYZ​

?

 

[Tzara]

Since I am here, I will pass on (to Tzara) a brief account of my day. I ended up pouring over a grade twelve math textbook this morning so that I could teach a lesson on polynomials. So, you can put your little Sara Crewe voodoo doll away...mission accomplished.

A Little Princess Reads Mathematics

The maid would bring her treats and letters
from her father, who lived in another place.

All was well for her in school, where she boarded
away from the "populoace," and mistress Minchin

welcomed her as ward in parents' place. But then
the Captain's fortunes faltered. Wealth invested

in a Diophantine mine that went unsolvèd
led to polynomial ruin, and our princess

was forced from school and into business,
teaching others numbers, too. A sad affair

as even integers would raise a rash, and Fermat's
Final Theorem made her still more ill than that.

But the lady's plucky spirit and some cramming
algebra, though she resistant of that prospect was,

built her confidence and sailed her through
the lesson plan: on linear identities, Bézout.

 

[Sara Crewe]

A Little Princess Reads Mathematics

The maid would bring her treats and letters
from her father, who lived in another place.

All was well for her in school, where she boarded
away from the "populoace," and mistress Minchin

welcomed her as ward in parents' place. But then
the Captain's fortunes faltered. Wealth invested

in a Diophantine mine that went unsolvèd
led to polynomial ruin, and our princess

was forced from school and into business,
teaching others numbers, too. A sad affair

as even integers would raise a rash, and Fermat's
Final Theorem made her still more ill than that.

But the lady's plucky spirit and some cramming
algebra, though she resistant of that prospect was,

built her confidence and sailed her through
the lesson plan: on linear identities, Bézout.

Please make sure I get rescued from the algebraic attic in the sequel.

 

[wildsweetone]

somebody remind me not to do that again, please.
...the poison didn't work Boo. better luck next time i reckon.

this morning the crack of dawn was hours late. or was it that i was early? sometimes it's hard to tell. the moon was busy hanging around almost overhead when i quit tossing and turning and aimed for the couch with a book and pen and paper. i always like taking everything with me, saves having to hunt the house down in case i get the urge, you know the one? where you sit and twiddle your thumbs, where your eyes read the same paragraph over and over, where your mind wont settle on whatever you have planned for it? it's like that now and again and that's okay because that's just another little part of me.

we're a few days past a full moon here. there's a slight slither missing from the bottom right edge, kind of like when one of the kids slices off a piece from around the outside of the cake before icing it, except in the case of the moon, it is no longer round.

it lit the garden and the crickets were almost hesitating in their moon song. you could tell it was as if they weren't quite sure it was night or day. it didn't stop them though, them or the mozzies. one mozzie sneaked in through the partially open window next to where i sat. it drove me near mad with its high pitched winge sound - until i got the fly spray out that is.

two things that i react to before realising it is never very zen-like... mozzies and ants. see a lone ant on the lookout for a tidbit to tell his mates about and within a second it's squished. can't help myself. it's an automatic reflex.

and what's more concerning is that i'm starting to feel really guilty about squishing them.

one eats my food, and the other eats my blood. is there a positive way to look at those? i haven't found it yet.

i went for a long drive today. i needed to gather some greenery around me and the easiest way was to hit the road. there was plenty of green, and then some, where i went. trees, grass and hills galore. pity about it being under the flight path from the airport but it was the journey that counted today. sometimes ya jist gots ta get out.

 

[Senna Jawa]

in a Diophantine mine

Unfortunately, the historical information posted there is inaccurate.

On one hand, the democratic Wikipedia is a nice idea, but on the other hand it cannot be trusted. It's most of the time good for an initial contact with a topic, especially when further references (of higher quality) are provided. Occasionally, Wiki type of posts are wrong, they can be even harmful in a sense.

 

[Tzara]

On one hand, the democratic Wikipedia is a nice idea, but on the other hand it cannot be trusted. It's most of the time good for an initial contact with a topic, especially when further references (of higher quality) are provided. Occasionally, Wiki type of posts are wrong, they can be even harmful in a sense.

You're right, of course, just as any source can be wrong in greater or lesser degree.

This morning, for example, I was reading a review in my local newspaper of an art exhibit at a local museum. The curator has assembled a sampling of American art from 1913 to 1935. In the review, the author (presumably someone knowlegable about art) includes the statement "nstead of iconic, textbook images, like Frank Stella's cityscapes..." which is obviously incorrect. Frank Stella was born in 1936. (I think. I got that date from the Internet. ) The author probably means Joseph Stella. Simple mistake, probably automatic writing while they were typing the review, but still....

My reference was to give some background to a joke. Right there, of course, one should be suspect. If you have to explain a joke, it isn't funny. So, I'm not funny. I took out the link to this, that "explains" the joke even more.

You, as I understand, are a mathematician and appreciate precision. I, on the other hand, was originally trained as a psychologist. "Precision" is not a term that anyone in their right mind applies to psychological research. In fact, ambiguity is often what is being researched. In my own case, confusion and ambiguity are not only a personal style, they are what passes for an artistic creed.

I like your poems. I probably don't understand them—almost certainly don't understand them as you intend them to be understood. Doesn't matter.

I'll share guesses on Aunty M, though. Pretty obvious, I think.

 

[Sara Crewe]

You're right, of course, just as any source can be wrong in greater or lesser degree.

My reference was to give some background to a joke. Right there, of course, one should be suspect. If you have to explain a joke, it isn't funny. So, I'm not funny. I took out the link to this, that "explains" the joke even more.

You are funny and I appreciated the humour in your post. You can come play in my attic, anytime. Just don't bring any Barbies with you...

 

[bogusbrig]

Unfortunately, the historical information posted there is inaccurate.

On one hand, the democratic Wikipedia is a nice idea, but on the other hand it cannot be trusted. It's most of the time good for an initial contact with a topic, especially when further references (of higher quality) are provided. Occasionally, Wiki type of posts are wrong, they can be even harmful in a sense.

Tom Reilly, a resident of Drogeda and an amateur historian, decided to write about the campaigns of Oliver Cromwell in Ireland. No doubt that the reason for this was because of an infamous masacre commited by Oliver Cromwell in the town against the Irish. It has always been well known that Oliver Cromwell hated the Irish, so much so, he changed personality in the middle of the Irish Sea and became a blood lust barbarian on what many Irish claim to be a campaign of genocide.

Tom Reilly was an amateur historian but still a vigorous historian and decided to go back to the primary evidence, only to find there was none and what evidence there were proved that Cromwell was not a barbarian full of bloodlust on a campaign of genocide but the commander of a disciplined army that was in control, unlike the other four armies that were causing the anarchy in Ireland and probably why he won.

So what did the primary evidence tell Tom Reilly? It told him Drogeda was an English Royalist garrison town commanded by Sir John Aston commanding English soldiers. That under rules of war at the time if Aston didn't surrender and Cromwell breached the city, Cromwell would have the right to slaughter the garrison which is what happened. Cromwell saying it is better to spill blood now to prove he means business than to have to keep spilling it needlessly later (room for debate here) Since there were no reports at the time or for the first 150 years after the event that no civilians were slaughtered, one assumed that in the time honoured way, civilians were allowed to leave the city in safety and one assumes the Finian quarter were allowed to leave too. In a campaign that was full of propaganda it seems absurd no one at the time would have jumped upon Cromwell slaughtering civilians. Reilly went through the whole campaign of Cromwell finding out that much of the history written by academics was not only wrong, poorly researched but the professional historians have been happy to perpetrate the lies that were composed some 150 years after Cromwell's death at the birth ofd Irish nationalism. Most of this propaganda can be sourced. Why didn't these academic and professional historians source their material and do proper research? If we were talking about one historian one could say it is an aberration but with it being many, one doubts the lot of them.

In fact I would recommend people reading the book Cromwell (a honourable enemy) by Tom Reilly, not only for the interesting and controversial campaign of Cromwell's but for the difference between what he found out and how he interpreted the evidence and what has been for so long the assumed knowledge of professional academic historians.

The moral? Trust no one and least of all trust professionals, simply because you expect them to be trustworthy but they too have vested interests and prejudices.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Simply ask

I like your poems. I probably don't understand them

I am glad that you like my poems. They do not enjoy a wide approval. When it comes to understanding, you may simply ask.

—almost certainly don't understand them as you intend them to be understood.​

But I don't have any intended interpretations!!! All I'd like a reader to do is to read, to follow the words, to take them at face value, to imagine the images as described or suggested. (All these are the readers' duty anyway. And the rest is up to a reader only.)

I'll share guesses on Aunty M, though. Pretty obvious, I think.​

Yes?

 

[Senna Jawa]

internet

--



internet

the from a trance pouring
lava stream of poems
about mary jane
ended in a statement
by the author's boyfriend
about her suicide

many forum participants
had expressed their sadness
some asked about her city
and a newspaper notice and
the boy announced that he too
is about to end his life.

the account was blocked even before
the guild of insane poets
stopped functioning
gone was the children crying
advice consolations cheering up and laugh
gone was without a trace
the poetry about mary jane
​

wh,
2002-02-07

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Maybe it is my quarters worth of Northern Irish blood but I find the sun way to bright today. No wait, it might be the 12 year old scotch I was drinking last night...

A good friend brought a bottle of bowmore islay single malt...with a palate of peat smoke and dark chocolate. God scotch is a sexy drink...

 

[flyguy69]

Maybe it is my quarters worth of Northern Irish blood but I find the sun way to bright today. No wait, it might be the 12 year old scotch I was drinking last night...

A good friend brought a bottle of bowmore islay single malt...with a palate of peat smoke and dark chocolate. God scotch is a sexy drink...

I need friends like that!

 

[Tzara]

I'll share guesses on Aunty M, though. Pretty obvious, I think.​

Yes?

Let me point out three things:

• A focus (obsession?) on grammar and spelling.
• Use of color to highlight particular words in comments.
• Use of multiple, symmetrically arranged smilies.

Also take a look at the one poem AM has submitted, particularly its brevity and format.

Finally, think about the pun the name implies.

Then draw your own conclusions. Or not.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

I need friends like that!

he left the bottle...come on over later.

 

[Tzara]

God scotch is a sexy drink...

Well, it isn't quite as sexy after some youthful overexperience with a bottle of Laphroiag and the resulting conditioned response.

 

[annaswirls]

this poem is on the pulse with both fingers
I felt the cursor scroll through the posts
icons and expressions and tremble
through the day of the life on the other side of the screen
preoccupation

I heard the air of private messages
behind the board
thinking it might be somewhere closer to the truth
that no one knows


everyone
feels
like
they
are
missing
something

and they are all right

everyone thinks that everyone else is in the know
andthey are all wrong

somehow it is all wrong

--



internet

the from a trance pouring
lava stream of poems
about mary jane
ended in a statement
by the author's boyfriend
about her suicide

many forum participants
had expressed their sadness
some asked about her city
and a newspaper notice and
the boy announced that he too
is about to end his life.

the account was blocked even before
the guild of insane poets
stopped functioning
gone was the children crying
advice consolations cheering up and laugh
gone was without a trace
the poetry about mary jane
​

wh,
2002-02-07

 

[annaswirls]

Girl, if I do not see a poem about picking up ghecko tails by the end of the week (um next week) I will be very disappointed and will steal it right from under your, um, I don't know why but I feel like saying bosom.

seriously
this image is so strong
it is the stuff poems are made of
girl girl girl
put it into verse
make yourself a gheko

oh I want to lose my tail
the possibilities are overwhelming.

I am excited, can you tell?

gheckos would be okay if they didn't keep losing their tails in fright. i don't like picking up tails. not at all.

it'll get better? can't see it.

you make a great Dicky Bird, did i ever tell you that?

...

today just got worse. my office lady told me she would go back into work to leave me some cash for the two days work she hadn't paid me for. the 'worse' part comes with she's been dealing with a friend's death and now i'm making her do extra work. god i am really no good sometimes.

 

[flyguy69]

Well, it isn't quite as sexy after some youthful overexperience with a bottle of Laphroiag and the resulting conditioned response.

And waking up to find your wallet is empty hurts, too.

 

[annaswirls]

I am scrolling through zoning maps
and strategic plans and
special education programs
trying to learn the geography
pedagogical philosophy
theraputic opportunities
of a dozen places I have never been before
a year from now will be home
but which
one

comparing co-pay
deductables
pre-existing conditions
of three or four (I can't really tell)
health plans none of which look very good


I keep checking my
phone messages
metal mail box
virtual inboxes
for someone to give me an answer
but nothing ever comes
except in my dreams
and I can never remember what they say

just roll the dice throw the dart spin the globe
and catch it with your finger
whatever whatever goes

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Well, it isn't quite as sexy after some youthful overexperience with a bottle of Laphroiag and the resulting conditioned response.

Good scotch is wasted on youth...there should be an age requirement of thirty and above to truely enjoy the warm amber glow and complex flavors.

 

[Tathagata]

Maybe it is my quarters worth of Northern Irish blood but I find the sun way to bright today. No wait, it might be the 12 year old scotch I was drinking last night...

A good friend brought a bottle of bowmore islay single malt...with a palate of peat smoke and dark chocolate. God scotch is a sexy drink...

i love bowmore
try the 17 year old
and, if you can find it, the 21 year old

that's good drinking

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

there is a thirty year old glenmorangie that I lust for...(oh someday you will be mine)
I will explore the bowmore a bit more as well, I drink it just a drop of rainwater to open the flavor. Admittedly it is an aquired taste, two years ago I could not drink it that way but my range has evolved.