The second of today's two entries. The first is unrelated to my sticky note tomfoolery and, you know, better.
Knuckle down? I had deeds to the stars once. I cut my teeth and my costs on the ecliptic. Now I'm whisked away to some office on the earth's surface, and it's not knuckles I use but fingertips, and the blade of my thumb on the space bar. Today's task: write a bio. I'm supposed to write up my professional life for the pleasure of bureaucrats, who will then consent to fund me in exchange for a snip of info. Everybody saves! Everybody pays! It's a strange arithmetic assignment that we're forced to hand in when we leave school, leave the classroom, say 'Whoo! I never need another math class!' And why would you, when math transits from discipline to disciplinary (and finally disciplinarian)? I'm just quoting from the quotient, but still they need the figure for their lines, aligning the coefficient with the accident, til kingdom come. How in their graphs and documents can they know the summarizer from the sum?