The previous post suggests a review —
Related mathematics —
Monday, April 8, 2019
Horses of a Dream
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Wednesday, September 11, 2024
Quiet Flows
And then there is another quiet flow . . .
A rumored work in progress from East Berlin . . .
Softly Flows the Conewago
by East Berlin author Nancy Springer
Also by Springer —
“They are the horses of a dream.
They are not what they seem.”
— The Hex Witch of Seldom, page 16
See as well a dies natalis — January 6, 2016 —
that shares an Epiphany with the Guardian's
"Nobel losers" article . . .
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Thursday, May 9, 2019
The Birdseye Requiem
From The Boston Globe yesterday evening —
" Ms. Adams 'had this quiet intelligence that made you feel like
she understood you and she loved you. She was a true friend —
a true generous, generous friend. This is the kind of person
you keep in your life,' Birdseye added.
'And she had such a great sense of humor,' Birdseye said.
“She would always have the last laugh. She wasn’t always
the loudest, but she was always the funniest, and in the
smartest way.' "
"Ms. Adams, who lived in Waltham, was 55 when she died April 9 . . . ."
See as well April 9 in the post Math Death and a post from April 8,
also now tagged "Berlekamp's Game" — Horses of a Dream.
"When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards . . . ."
— Grace Slick in a song from yesterday's post "When the Men"
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
Thursday January 17, 2008
Well, she was
just seventeen…
(continued)
just seventeen…
(continued)
"Mazur introduced the topic of prime numbers with a story from Don Quixote in which Quixote asked a poet to write a poem with 17 lines. Because 17 is prime, the poet couldn't find a length for the poem's stanzas and was thus stymied."
— Undated American Mathematical Society news item about a Nov. 1, 2007, event
Related material:
Desconvencida,
Jueves, Enero 17, 2008
Horses of a Dream
(Log24, Sept. 12, 2003)
Knight Moves
(Log24 yesterday–
anniversary of the
Jan. 16 publication
of Don Quixote)
Windmill and Diamond
(St. Cecilia's Day 2006)
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Tuesday December 13, 2005
Adam Gopnik on Narnia in The New Yorker:
“Everything began with images,” Lewis wrote.
“We’re not here to stick a mirror on you. Anybody can do that, We’re here to give you a more cubist or skewed mirror, where you get to see yourself with fresh eyes. That’s what an artist does. When you paint the Crucifixion, you’re not painting an exact reproduction.”
Images for Julie Taymor:
Today’s New York Times on Debora Arango, an artist who died at 98 on Dec. 4 at her home near Medellin, Colombia:
“She made dramatic paintings of prostitutes, which shocked midcentury sensibilities….”
“Ms. Arango always pushed boundaries, even as a young girl. In a favorite story, she talked about how she wore pants to ride horses….”
Related material: Yesterday’s entry “Modestly Yours” and entries on Johnny Cash, horses, and Julie Taymor of September 12-14, 2003.
“Words are events.”
— Walter J. Ong, Society of Jesus
Concluding Unscientific Postscript
at noon on St. Lucy’s Day:
“They are the horses of a dream.
They are not what they seem.”
— The Hex Witch of Seldom, page 16
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Friday, September 12, 2003
Friday September 12, 2003
Into the Sunset
I just learned of Johnny’s Cash’s death. On Google News, the headline was Johnny Cash rides into sunset. The source was the Bangkok Post.
“Don’t you know that
when you play at this level
there’s no ordinary venue.”
— One Night in Bangkok (midi)
No Ordinary Venue
“They are the horses of a dream.
They are not what they seem.”
— The Hex Witch of Seldom, page 16
A Singer
7-Cycle
The Magnificent Seven:
CLICK HERE for
“the adventures of filming this epic
on location in Cuernavaca, Mexico.”
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“He is the outlaw the people love, — The Hex Witch of Seldom, |
“Words are events.”
— Walter J. Ong, Society of Jesus
“…search for thirty-three and three…”
— The Black Queen in The Eight