The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
By the Numbers
Oh, August. I am tempted to say I "hate" August, but I'm trying mightily to rid my vocabulary of the word since I don't want to hear it roll off Reagan's tongue, so I'll say I despise August. It is undoubtedly my least favorite month. Due to the heat making me so irritable I don't even want to sit & type, which typically is what I fly to do when I have a few moments of time, this will be the mathematical version of what I have to say, as opposed to the English major's version . . .