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Arthur is in fine form today. Maybe he's psyched about the upcoming banquet. (I am.) (Tried to braid my hair in the front on either side & tie the braids back behind my head, but the tying didn't work, and they're all shabby anyway, so I was going to comb 'em out, but then I stepped on something & cut my foot & had to hydrogen peroxide it & inspect for mini-shards, and then I was out of morning.) S'anyway, ALG tried to explain the stair-step limit problem I am bothered by, and then what this smoother circle in the title of this paper he was carrying around is about (it's got to do with noncommutative geometry), and then he answered another question that's been bugging me: what operation are those computers doing when they figure π (that's supposed to be pi---ymmv) to more and more decimal places? (He showed me one simple formula for π that was proven long before Newton;there are other formulas that converge faster, give you 5 digits with 5 iterations---or maybe not "iterations," but something like that.)

Then he told us the following joke.

There are 10 kinds of people in this world: those who understand binary, and those who don't.

ha ha ha ha ha

Our exec ed is Irish, and he's taking us all out for luncheon this day.

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this sounds like very unpleasant shit. are you sure you shouldn't have it looked at by a professional?

i hate when foreign matter inserts itself into bodies of friends (and my mother had a serious problem with it when i was little so i don't have very good memories of such incidents; she stepped on a toothpick).

well i couldn't find any actual foreign matter---i thought i just had something stuck to the bottom of my foot but turned it over to reveal blood and, when that was swabbed away, an inch-long slit. not a deep cut, though. i felt around and smushed at it & found no remainder of thing therein; warshed it again & covered it and have very little pain stepping on it---settling for the plan of looking at it periodically for signs of infection. i also checked the kitties' feet, and will sweep again when i get home. (just did that in most of the house... perhaps not fully efficiently, huh.)

my mother drove a pencil tip into her thigh, and that was quite the problem. (she also broke her foot stepping across the corner where two cement pavings met, hypotenuse-like---i watch out for that kinda shit too.) (of course i also used to take care not to step on a crack in the sidewalk: "step on a crack/break your mother's back" --- any such superstition/saying in your part of the world of origin?)

no, but there used to be a 'children's game' about walking across tiles without stepping on the line where they met (hopscotch of sorts). if you did step on the line, you didn't love the dictator.

i love it! well, or hate it, i guess! did anyone (read: you) step on the lines on purpose?

i was reading some bio blurb in the jacket or intro of a charles simic interview or memoir book the other day, and there was something about having had a good eastern european early education, with the gloss that that meant the solid exposure the dictator at hand wanted you to have. or something like that. i forget now, actually, all kinda post-lunch goofy/tipsy/digesty-tired. meant to make a better mental note of it & yak at you about it.

i am such the ignant merkin.

being that a common question in public (among kids) was, 'who do you love better -- the dictator or your mother?' one was hardly ever tempted to step on the line, even if the dilemma at one's home was non-existent. he was just a fact of life -- and when he died the official slogan was, 'and after the dictator, the dictator!' as in 'did you realize he was immortal?'

my f'in' (lack of) god

can't even imagine

Binary humor. Hilarious!!

yeh--- don't get too much of that, do ya?

Are you okay? Is your foot okay? You should make sure you monitor it closely to make sure it's healing properly. Is that preachy enough for you?

Where are you going for lunch? I had lunch in the department today--we had a feast of green food. Lots of sweets--I'll bet I'm going to want a nap after the sugar high wears off.

foot seems okay---will keep an eye on it, though, sweet one. thx for preachy lovin.

we went to the exec ed's condo's clubhouse. 'twas good! the extended mr family seemed pretty relaxed, on the whole. more than half of us seem to've taken the rest of the day off, and perhaps i shoulda.

juli put my braids up with a combo of office supplies and mardi gras leftovers. too bad they were so shabbily done to begin with. you will perhaps teach me the secrets of braiding some time? i imagine o could be of some help with this one, too, perhaps.

maybe my split ends split all the way up, and it can't be done?

There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who can be categorized into one of two kinds of people, and those who can't.

funny--- i used to say those who categorize people, and those who don't!

I prefer the head-'splodiness of the catagory of the uncategorizable.

yeh yeh--- I was with you on that. Guess I prefer pondering personality to, like, whoa, blowin' my mind...

:]

::grin:: Yay for math geekery. :^)

And do take care of your foot.

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