Multimedia Feature by Alice Major and Jean Wolff
I want to poke around inside the brain, unroll the wrinkled cortex into a flat, creased sponge and map anger’s coordinates.
I want to poke around inside the brain, unroll the wrinkled cortex into a flat, creased sponge and map anger’s coordinates.
Einstein said, 'Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.'
I've made most of this up, the apples, the stupidity, the bourbon bought in St. Paul.
later, i'll wonder if looking into the sun makes me crazy, or gives me secret terrible knowledge.
Bruce is reading Wuthering Heights, I’m curling up with Numerical Semigroups.
I design colors for things that don’t have any.
The integers are not a happy medium
all week we have been listening to the echoes of numbers
Of 100 men who came to Skagway, 14 were brave on arrival, 80 evolved.
Here, in twos and threes, friends cross the piazza