19 | she/her | I do math sometimes
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I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
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Elm
by Sylvia Plath
for Ruth Fainlight
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing.
Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, this big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenic.
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.
Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.
The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.
I let her go. I let her go Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess and endow me.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?
I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? ——
Its snaky acids hiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.
Nonstick broom
Dialogue Concerning the Two Chief World Systems but it’s yaoi
doin a thingy
i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive
person who signs posts with "... but this text box is too small to contain it"
Mathematician using /wlog as a tone indicator
Turns out everyone needs hugs for emotional maintenance. It's not just you, it's one of those things that a lot of people need and somehow never talk about. I recommend looking for social dancing organizations near you if it's becoming an obstacle, since touch is kinda requisite to participate in those, and also they're great fun.
Unfortunate side effect of having no friends in my teen years and being emotionally neglected by my parents is now that i am in college and have friends is i need REGULAR CHEST TO CHEST contact with them or i get sad. Like this is so fucked up
no idea who this is but notes things are good motivation and so I am happy to contribute
Note thing i guess.
10: I’ll drink water
25: I’ll eat food more often (I don’t eat. Very much.)
50: I’ll finish s1 of Star vs. Forces of Evil
75: I’ll draw some more
100: I’ll take full illustration requests (only 5, that’s hard to do!)
250: ill work on my AU
500: I’ll start posting my art more often
750: I’ll make some more OC’s
1000: I’ll open an ask temmie blog
I’ll add more if I have too, but I won’t. This will flop.
Spamming is allowed. I don’t care.
WELL. ASK TEMMIE BLOG. YAY.
More.
1500: I’ll draw some more illustrations (probably only 3 more.)
2000: I’ll ask if I can get anxiety medication
2500; I’ll ask if i can get a digital drawing pad
3000: I’ll speed run deltarune
3500: I won’t get dehydrated as much
4000: I’ll try to eat food more regularly
4500: I’ll consider coming out to my parents (I probably won’t. It’s hard.)
5000: well we’ll never get here, but I’ll leak my YT channel.
WELL SHIT.
6000: i make a wanderer official comic
7000: i lower my expectations for myself
8000: i start covering songs
9000: i post my wonderful monstrosities
10000: i leak my Instagram
Telling cis people that I've somehow internalized vegetarianism as a gendered quality is the funniest thing because I have literally never gotten a response other than "yeah that makes sense here's a funny related story from my own life."
The moral of the story is that some parts of my gender are so weird that it's looped back around to making sense to cis people.
Friendly reminder
“Doing your best” does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown.
I skipped ahead to starving, hysterical, naked. Best of luck!
Going to grad school, I see
Found on Gender Is A Hilbert Space
Bertrand Russell and Jonathan Sims are both englishmen who did terrifying things with the power of unrestricted comprehension. In this way they are alike.
sorry what
Lemme give it a shot:
1 and 2 are exclusive, so one of them is a lie. Thus, 3 is true. 2 and 3 are exclusive, so 1 is true. 2 is the lie.
Two truths and a lie:
- I like logic puzzles
- I don't like logic puzzles
- I don't not like logic puzzles
i hate when i browse math-related tags on this site and half the posts are people ranting about how much they hate her. why are you so mean to my wife
you sound like my little brother. Have a nice day missing the entire frontier of beauty I enjoy.
you will not find a more perfect, tar-rich blackness in the ozymandian depths of our extended universe than the blackness festering within my heart for mathematics. there is no subject nearly as devoid of love or compassion, none more thoroughly dedicated to the agony and persecution of innocent minds, none more worthy of scorn, defranchisement, and derision by anyone who is remotely concerned with the maintenance and direction of our educational system and its future. i cannot stress how tantamount the importance of avoiding math is for our collective sanity. its enforced continuation as a requirement in higher education is solely a method by affluent institutions to weed out economic undesirables, and its continued existence is a mere pastiche of the crocodile-tear morals and virtues of a tech industry utterly hellbent on sucking the blood of our children and razing the acres of our labor.
tell me you’re destined for applied math without telling me you’re destined for applied math.
Actually that’s unfair there’s a couple other things that can feed your level of disillusionment, such as beginning calculus recently and trying to pursue a tangentially related field.
you will not find a more perfect, tar-rich blackness in the ozymandian depths of our extended universe than the blackness festering within my heart for mathematics. there is no subject nearly as devoid of love or compassion, none more thoroughly dedicated to the agony and persecution of innocent minds, none more worthy of scorn, defranchisement, and derision by anyone who is remotely concerned with the maintenance and direction of our educational system and its future. i cannot stress how tantamount the importance of avoiding math is for our collective sanity. its enforced continuation as a requirement in higher education is solely a method by affluent institutions to weed out economic undesirables, and its continued existence is a mere pastiche of the crocodile-tear morals and virtues of a tech industry utterly hellbent on sucking the blood of our children and razing the acres of our labor.
Perhaps, but know this: I have no intention of ever working for a startup. I have no intention of ever making more money than the bare minimum I need to survive. I will do all that I can to ensure that I do not spread the evils of living in this world to others. And the system is compromised wherever I go, so I might as well wonder at whatever small portion of its ephemeral glory can still be called good, and expand it for the future, carving out a niche for those to come after me.
someday Elon will be dead and with any luck I’ll still be alive and helping those around me. And seriously? Cucked doesn’t even make any sense in that context. It’s not like I have any assumption of an exclusive right to knowledge. Much the opposite, I’m always happy to share.
you will not find a more perfect, tar-rich blackness in the ozymandian depths of our extended universe than the blackness festering within my heart for mathematics. there is no subject nearly as devoid of love or compassion, none more thoroughly dedicated to the agony and persecution of innocent minds, none more worthy of scorn, defranchisement, and derision by anyone who is remotely concerned with the maintenance and direction of our educational system and its future. i cannot stress how tantamount the importance of avoiding math is for our collective sanity. its enforced continuation as a requirement in higher education is solely a method by affluent institutions to weed out economic undesirables, and its continued existence is a mere pastiche of the crocodile-tear morals and virtues of a tech industry utterly hellbent on sucking the blood of our children and razing the acres of our labor.
counterpoint because parallelism funny:
you will not find a more perfect, cozy darkness in the farthest illuminated corners of our cruel, uncaring world than that with which my heart cradles a love for mathematics. There is no subject more conducive to naive exploration nor endless discursive sharing than mathematics, none more deserving of happy practitioners, and none that provides such power to its enjoyers, provided they are willing to slow down and smell the roses that provide actual understanding. I cannot stress enough how tantamount avoiding math is for our collective sanity, and yet I choose to dance the eternal precipice of madness for where else can I stare into the void with such perfect meaningless clarity? It’s enforced continuation as a requirement in higher education is solely a method by affluent institutions to weed out economic undesirables, which is made all the more inexcusable by how fucking awesome math can be when taught well. And though the morals and virtues of the system that maintains it are in many ways deplorable, I choose to impose a better vision of what math can be on the world around me.
you will not find a more perfect, tar-rich blackness in the ozymandian depths of our extended universe than the blackness festering within my heart for mathematics. there is no subject nearly as devoid of love or compassion, none more thoroughly dedicated to the agony and persecution of innocent minds, none more worthy of scorn, defranchisement, and derision by anyone who is remotely concerned with the maintenance and direction of our educational system and its future. i cannot stress how tantamount the importance of avoiding math is for our collective sanity. its enforced continuation as a requirement in higher education is solely a method by affluent institutions to weed out economic undesirables, and its continued existence is a mere pastiche of the crocodile-tear morals and virtues of a tech industry utterly hellbent on sucking the blood of our children and razing the acres of our labor.
There is no shovel here
Playing a text adventure through DMs with a friend who's actually running the game via their relaying of everything between you and the program is kind of like gay sex; if you have very permissive definitions of 'gay', 'sex', 'like' and 'definitions'.
Introduction to Topology Master Post
Metric Spaces
Topological Spaces and Continuity
Closed Sets and Limit Points
Hausdorffness
Connectedness
Path Connectedness
Compactness
Bases and Second Countability
Product Spaces
The Heine-Borel Theorem
Quotient Spaces
Important Examples
Conclusions and Remaining Questions
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