gotta perspect! gotta perspect sweaters because:
prof whitney wears them and he also makes punnett squares like this:
once (inevitably) realizing you're not that genius, where do you go? (right! right!)
why else? taking a cue from danah...
hmmm ma solituda. or, why so shy, little one?
suppressed my breath's telltale warmth
on this the coldest night
you ran ahead and down the steps
then stopped with no words on the clock
until i passed you by still smiling
was it you or-
the night i saw further through my lungs and the night
we walked with full arms and a soft glare.
guess where? that's right, it's the furness building at the university of pennsylvania. built in the...well, i studied there tonight for the first time in my life. is studying really just as irrational and overboard as it feels to me? can't we just talk this through? too much...too much!
as represented using a lagrangian multiplier:
f(jo) = 10(tendency to lose only what she loves) - 5(maturity, re: girl interrupted) - 4(impatience with that certain look in certain eyes and voices) + 2(all wintercoats in the drycleaner)(all other coats yuck) - 30(lost penncard and keys) - 10(incompetence in the face of red tape) + 6(rockin' out with unix)(not rockin' out with eunuchs) + 1(7 meals a week)(gym) + λ(happy day + loss - maturity - impatience + coats - penncard - incompetence + unix + eunuchs - physics).
prof whitney wears them and he also makes punnett squares like this:
once (inevitably) realizing you're not that genius, where do you go? (right! right!)
why else? taking a cue from danah...
hmmm ma solituda. or, why so shy, little one?
suppressed my breath's telltale warmth
on this the coldest night
you ran ahead and down the steps
then stopped with no words on the clock
until i passed you by still smiling
was it you or-
the night i saw further through my lungs and the night
we walked with full arms and a soft glare.
guess where? that's right, it's the furness building at the university of pennsylvania. built in the...well, i studied there tonight for the first time in my life. is studying really just as irrational and overboard as it feels to me? can't we just talk this through? too much...too much!
as represented using a lagrangian multiplier:
f(jo) = 10(tendency to lose only what she loves) - 5(maturity, re: girl interrupted) - 4(impatience with that certain look in certain eyes and voices) + 2(all wintercoats in the drycleaner)(all other coats yuck) - 30(lost penncard and keys) - 10(incompetence in the face of red tape) + 6(rockin' out with unix)(not rockin' out with eunuchs) + 1(7 meals a week)(gym) + λ(happy day + loss - maturity - impatience + coats - penncard - incompetence + unix + eunuchs - physics).