One of the earliest mathematical principles I was taught was to reduce things to their lowest common denominator. What makes mathematics an art as well as a science is the infinite permutations of viewing that commonality. Continue reading
I have been put through the wringer over the past few years. Continue reading
Many years ago, when I was on the road, staying in an overstuffed, overheated, teeny-tiny hotel room (I had a room so small, I had to go outside to change my mind), I flipped on the TV, and a man was talking. Continue reading
I wonder how much of depression arises from the world not being as you’ve been told it would be, from attempting to fit yourself to paradigms only to find that they are smoke and mirrors.
It’s an odd sensation I’m ruminating, even as I jump for joy. Continue reading