As I was walking from Aidekman Hall, the older music building, I came upon two shadows of mine. Two lights created them as I walked through the alleyway between Sophia Gordon and Stratton Hall, and I realized that one of them, because it was straight ahead of me, seemed to be the more correct shadow of me. But neither one is the correct shadow of me because I didn't make it myself. It's the shadow that doesn't appear, that I can't see, that is the correct shadow of myself.
Paradoxical, maybe. Yeah right; it's just bullish thought. I'm not censoring myself; "bullish" sounds cooler than "bullshit."
Mark Bellhorn will be playing for the Cincinnati Reds this year, or so I hope. He's a nonroster invitee to Spring Training this year. I am joyous.
On the Tufts cannon somebody had spraypainted the logo of some fraternity. One of the letters was phi. I thought maybe the Math Men should vandalize the graffiti (yes, that makes sense if you know what I'm talking about) by changing the phi into (rho, theta, phi). Those are spherical coordinates, and they show that the Math Men are the rulers in this sphere!
There should be a mathematicians' fraternity. Rho Theta Phi. Actually, there should really be funny frat names, like Roe Roe Roe (e.g. your boat) or Delta Chi. (e.g. delta x = dx) I bet the latter exists.
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Oh, you scared me for a moment there. Because any member of a fraternity is no friend of mine. That's why I have no friends on my floor.
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