Dad’s birthday. Grateful for the algorithms that enabled such crisp sound & visuals across thousands of miles, making it intimate. But most of all, grateful for the privilege of his presence, of his radiant life and all he did for me, for us. Last week, a quiet celebration of the Feynman Centennial – I have always loved his books and find his work so inspiring and refreshing. This morning, a giant croissant brought by the sweetest sweetness, a spread of Gröbner basis, in a pattern of symplectic curves arranged in soft, gradual Taylor series with a possible solution in nonzero integers… all in all, a delicious algebraic topology of breakfast. Coffee?
Lenten ys come with love to toune,
With blosmen & with briddes roune,
That al this blisse bryngeth.
~ Anonymous, 1310
For pairs of lips to kiss maybe
Involves no trigonometry.
‘Tis not so when four circles kiss
Each one the other three.
To bring this off the four must be
As three in one or one in three.
If one in three, beyond a doubt
Each gets three kisses from without.
If three in one, then is that one
Thrice kissed internally.
~ by Frederick Soddy
With too much peace in my hands, music and literature by the fire took over from Netflix, and a good trade it is. So many ideas occupy my mind lately, a caleidoscope. Later, if I get tired of reading upon resuming, I would like to give a go at Go, the new Google language for assembly – paid for an online course that lingers like it may never be attended in its many hours of video and virtual obscurity. With the goddesses on vacation across the warm seas, I remain to my own device, endlessly feeding social media and trying to stay away from inanity.
Winter Olympics ~ watching the Games usually involves little focusing on our part, so it can be very soothing. Weather has been showing some clear irregular patterns for freezing, snowing etc – way more than in previous years. Meantime, I keep ingesting absurdly copious amounts of hot cocoa, hoping to ride all irregularities away.
Last night I finished reading David Grann’s captivating article about Henry Worsley’s challenging journey across Antarctica – very good. So right now, planning for a peaceful weekend ahead (perhaps with some bowling), maybe read Grann’s increasingly popular book on the Osage, and continue our planning for Merida, with some probability of the ever elusive pulque. Relishing like a Cheshire cat over how this little tablet’s portable library has expanded to include all of Colombeia, all of Dickens, Shelley and wife, Hodgson, Melville, Kipling, Saki, Sir Isaac Newton, Aristotle, Carlyle and Maugham. And still at the weight of slightly above one pound.
Minimax and LPDs, 0 sums, plan versing in FME-IT package, great OS for playing around with linear differences and redundancies.
Started the Felton book, halfway through Morley’s.
Happy New Year!
I came across this nice quote by the recent winner of the Nobel Prize of Literature, Kazuo Ishimuro; it is from his acceptance speech:
“In a time of dangerously increasing division, we must listen. Good writing and good reading will break down barriers. We may even find a new idea, a great humane vision, around which to rally.”