This iMenu doesn’t seem to work… Ken’s Restaurant in Winnipeg, MB.
I think the only reason this restaurant is still around is because it’s centrally located, and open til 3am weeknights and 4am weekends. Don’t use the toilet. The food presumably is better when you’re drunk or high.
Was chatting with Grant when I spaced out thinking about something, and he said, “I like watching you think.”
"Yeah, why?" I asked absently.
"I like studying faces," he began generally, then, "and I like wondering, ‘What is she thinking about? She’s somewhere else now…’"
I caught myself. “I used to be the quiet, watchful one… Man, when did that change?”
"Ever since I’ve met you I never thought of you as quiet. Though, watchful, yes."
"Well but you’ve met me in a strange—atypical—time of my life. I’m liminal. Things are…different now for me than they have been and than they might be even in the near future.”
I wonder sometimes how much blogging has contributed to my apparent extraversion. I find it easier to speak than to listen. If I’m low on energy, I will gladly spout stories about my day or my opinions or explain my understanding of mathematical or physical concepts. At any point in time, someone can say, “Tell me what you know about [topic],” and after a moment or two to organise my thoughts, I can begin explaining.
Being able to speak like this is new to me. I wonder if this will stay…
My name is Charlie and I really love math! I think it’s beautiful and wonderful and scary and fucked up and sometimes even useful!
In studying math for the past eight-ish years, I’ve found that math-people have their own subculture. We have our own brands of humour. We simultaneously know we have some strange neuroses, and we love it, and kind of don’t let that knowledge stop us from continuing to be our crazy, lovable selves.
Yes, I know, there are some poor math educators out there, and that’s an unfortunate statistical reality of the world. If you had a terrible experience because of such a person, that is very unfortunate, and I’d like to offer you a (very Canadian) apology on behalf of math educators, and also this blog!
This vision I have for this blog is a place where I can write anecdotally and conversationally about some cool things in math and math culture. By doing so, I hope to both pass along some useful and/or stimulating knowledge (and/or humour), and inspire awe and/or curiosity in my readers, or at least show that math can be friendly.
In general, I will aim to write for a grade nine reading ability (because someone once told me that’s the standard for newspapers). But probably, there will be some posts with profane language and “mature subjects” now and then. After all, one of the goals of this blog is to show how ubiquitous mathematics is.
But since another goal is to capture math humour, sometimes I will use math terminology. I have yet to figure out how to best combine both the educational aspect and the FUCK YOU AND YOUR ASS-BACKWARDS NOTATION spontaneity of the humour, but I’ll figure it out. I mean, the two don’t seem mutually exclusive to me.
I’m not sure what I like best: looking at pretty nasturtiums, or eating them… or feeding them to my skeptical friends! My mom loves looking at the leaves and flowers, the flowers attract pollinating insects, and intercropping confuses pestilent ones, so I typical grow these around my tomatoes.
I believe this is a sub-variety of Alaska nasturtiums, with their endearing speckled leaves.