Hi there, Holden. Thanks for the wishes. I am typing with my good old Dell notebook computer - the one with the rEFInd Multi-boot menu - from a public library ...
Living in car with 4 cylinder engine
spending last twenty dollars on gas to travel into south Jersey a bit to see my MoMMMeeeeeee.
I am onthe front lines of the War Against Our Homeless Nation
Shall I become a Nation of One, an autonomous agent prepared to receive assistance from even Berlin or the bad hombres?
In the spirit of Dostoyevsky's Prince Myshkin, I change my name, here, most likely only temporarily, to Baron Von Hentrich.
That was the name of my Old English Sheepdog Friend from about age 9 to age 17 when he died ... of dehydration? in the summer tied to a tree? Heartache! My mother kept the dog inside in the air conditioning on hot days. There was only one air conditioning unit in the house, and the dog had that room in the day with classical music on when no one was around.
My dad's second wife, a general manager of several McDonald's restaurants, had his hair shaved, but then tied him to a tree. I had just turned 17 and was focused on the automobile. My heart aches over that, but - well, I feel very intimate with the Dog/Wolf part of Being.
Baron the Bum (Like Diogenes the Dog?)
On May 24, 2002, Doron Zeilberger wrote:
One of the many things that outrage me in G. H. Hardy's `apology' is the sexist and agist statement: `Mathematics is a young man's game'.
Speak for yourself, G.H.! Just because YOU were finished after forty (or whenever) does not mean that the rest of us are.In fact, it is true that if you stick to the mainstream, or keep doing the same old things, then you get burnt out. BUT, if you stay on the fringes, free to ponder your own ideas, then you can keep on going for ever