How do I explain to my professor that me forgetting what an algebraic variety does not mean that I do not know what it is.
I was making a pb&j today and forgot that
1. I need bread for sandwich
2. What bread was......
(bluescreened, pretended to continue making the pbj and then realised peanut butter goes on bread usually)
To be fair, I was thinking pb&j and it didn't have the word sandwich in it to give me clues.
how much homological algebra can you do on 3 hours of sleep? in today's episode of "i regret everything" we're about to find out
thinking today about how much I love literally all fiber arts. I am hopeless at almost every other kind of art, but as soon as there is thread, yarn, or string I can figure it out fairly quickly.
I learned how to knit when i was eight, started sewing at nine, my dad taught me rock climbing knots around that age, I figured out from a book how to make friendship bracelets, I've made my own drop spindle to make yarn with, and more recently I've picked up visible mending. I've learned embroidery through fixing my overalls, and this year I've learned how to darn and how to do sashiko (which I did for the first time today). After years of being unable to crochet I finally figured it out last night and made seven granny squares in just a few hours.
I want to learn every fiber art that I can. I want to quilt, I want to use a spinning wheel, I want to weave, I want to learn tatting, I want to learn how to weave a basket, I want to learn them all. If I could travel through time and meet anyone in the Bible, high on my list are the craftsmen who made the Tabernacle.
I want to travel the world and learn the fiber arts of every culture, from the gorgeous Mayan weaving in Guatemala, to the stunning batik of Java, to Kente in Ghana. I want to sit at the feet of experienced men and women and watch them do their craft expertly and learn from them.
Of every art form I've seen, it's fiber arts that tug most at my heartstrings.
Consult with dark powers to raise Paul Erdős from the dead to co-author your paper.
babe, are you ok? you've barely drawn any commutative diagrams today :/
*heart eyes* I love you too /p
@mybeanalgebra I SEE YOU ONLINE 🫵 HELLO
Thanks! Yall keep switching to a language I don't speak every 20 seconds and I can't bother to be involved anymore
Mathematics is taught very rigidly. When I'm independently working and studying math, it feels like art - like I'm making something and it tickles the creative side of my brain. In class it feels like the structured STEM course I initially signed up for.
It's a world of rules and structures people have carefully built over the millennium and you can add to it (if you can) or just walk around and observe and learn.
Analogously, learning mathematics, especially higher mathematics and even more so Algebra and Category Theory also feels like learning a new language. Working with it feels like writing poetry. Mathematics literature has a lot of the characteristic features of literature. There are many rules, but if you can break them, you are a mad genius!
I was talking to a professor and he told me about realising that he could read mathematics, granted it's not the same as picking up a story book, but there is this entire new world out there when you start reading mathematics. He also pulled up the linguistics definition of a language and said that perhaps mathematics is the only language with no exceptions in class once.
Just learnt about this dude Galois, absolutely crazy. so basically, he:
- tries to get into "Ecole Polytechnique", the French school for science at the time, and fails
-publishes several papers on polynomials
-his father dies
-tries again (and fails) to get into the Ecole
-publishes several papers basically founding group theory
-attends a lesser school, gets kicked out and eventually arrested for political beliefs
-died in a duel shortly after he got out of prison
AT THE AGE OF 20
Sleepy, confused puffins and dodo birds
A puffin rests while overlooking the ocean near Látrebjarg, Iceland.
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