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Is a tripped out trip into Miki's math! Coming down soon so check it out!
What is it? Is an experiment, but expect to see more of this type of stuff across our sims.
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This photograph reflects how I feel at the moment.I am doing GCSE maths which I really don't like. I feel that the stress time and effort of doing this is sapping my creativity.In the scheme of things it's nothing.
Teusday. Tuesday. I always spell that wrong....:)
4/13/10
blah. boring day today. finished the private series. JUST GOTTA READ SCANDAL!!!
*twitch twitch*
9 days until Vines Orchestra auditions.
:/
Found in a mug of stuff from my parents' house, likely won by my brother. Text reads "1977 N.P.H.S. MATH CONT. COMP. B 10TH" for #MacroMondays #Award
Taken around 1.66x magnification. The text "MATH CONT." measures 22 mm across.
Some people say "Maths is Fun" but some say not. I think No-one is wrong because that is the way you look at it. I personally think "Maths is Fun"
Me....all through school!
CHEF clabudak wants us to have fun with math and geometry!
➤ Your image must have an overall abstract quality
➤ It must include at least one human body part
➤ Also at least one geometrical shape
➤ And a mathematical or geometrical diagram and/or equation
➤ NO MONOTONES
Well, of course, I was wrong! I HAVE used math quite a bit in my lifetime. All the items pictured were from Pixabay. Text from Picsart.
-Carl Van Doren
This explains my life. That's like 1/10th of the math i have to do. And my exam is on Monday. The upside is that i'm done my physics exam ! It was pretty easy (well it should have been since i studied all day yesterday :\ )
I took a break from the white album for today because this picture is too busy to have a white frame. But i like it very much! I hope you do too :)
I had plum pudding today and it was very good :) But it was like 210 calories for 1/9th of the tiny cake.
1/9TH!!! I had like a quarter because i finished my exam :) (it's called indulging. Don't judge me :' ( )
And then i said i wouldn't eat until the evening, but i got hungry right after i finished it so i had a meal.
Well i have work tomorrow so that might burn it off :\
And now i'm hungry again.
I'm going to go grab something to eat. :)
Tvpixeles presenta: Pixel no quiere estudiar sino echar lora sin parar. (pero de esa lora que entra al corazón)
Music is math. (phrase stolen from Boards of Canada)
Eventually.
Always.
It’s the synchronization of everything making perfect sense in an imperfect way.
It makes me feel.
It produces me a sense of well being but most important, it produces me a sense of self-destruction.
It’s too dual and powerful for me to handle
It’s like playing with fire. It’s like getting burn, it’s too intense so intense you will always remember.
It’s like your heart getting broken; not with you first love or your second, like your recent one
It’s always fresh on your mind and heart.
If you think you are not listening, listen closer.
The beats are counting the rhythm of the soundtrack of your life.
Each day, measure by measure, 4 times 4, second by second, it tells a different story.
A different act of the complete film you are living in.
And so music is, it’s there, next to you, producing your specific soundtrack depending on your mood, giving every second a difference sense of being, helping you modulate each day in a different direction and form to both your advantage and disadvantage.
We choose to listen.
We choose to interpret.
We choose to suffer or die of complete joy by her expense.
She is the language of emotions and meaning.
And as a language that it is, it has a concrete structure.
And as passionate human beings that we are, we avoid it.
We want to avoid what is obvious in us because it makes it more beautiful.
I disagree.
As the language and the structure that is.
As the colors it produces externally and internally in me, getting to know every single detail of such a powerful science would complete my mission in life.
Not producing it perfectly for me or others, there’s some that have guided their lives with the whole intention of achieving perfectness with interpreting.
I think, achieving that perfectness is by understating how to manipulate, how to control and exploit to the extreme joy or extreme sadness people’s feelings throughout music.
Its somehow, playing god.
But I think we are all gods.
All that has been touched by music has played to be god as a result of the basics, they don’t know exactly why but they do know they are moving people’s heart and most importantly their own.
Music keeps us going. I think.
Music keeps me going, and it will always be until I decide to stop to keep seeing it that way.
It’s not as the way people think it is, at the end, you know how things are they way they are inside you and by words you’ll never send the message completely.
Music is a perfect equation to make your life uncomplicatedly complicated.
La ‘mu psique’ est terrible, est magnifique, est belle, est la merde.
Comme vous.
imperfecta ma musique, Je t'aime.
This is taken from my cucumber plant its not brilliant i know but thought it quite fitting for Math in nature
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Our youngest daughter, Jess, is home over Spring Break and is enjoying some much needed R&R, Her hint of a Mona Lisa smile is her realizing how the higher level math she sails through is not something Dad stands a snowball's chance in hell of understanding. I could look at this one all day without ever discovering where it starts. : ))
Best viewed LARGE.
Combine math and art for creative kids.
Source by mdfarmer
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We went to the mountains and camp with the fire and lakes, the smell of mint and a chimney. It wasn’t you on the corner, honestly I imagined it would spin me out of the picture. Out of the picture, next to Bob, Kate and Lou, staring at all those other shells, rolling down slide, speaking team’s language, nowhere to nowhere.
To the mountains, taken in by the wind-works watching the squirrels gather in the gallery sorting through water throwing your childhood game backwards. Once in the story when we snap off another click I rage to believe downstairs two cups of coffee across the tray waiting for social investment. With the grass, the milk and math, the devoted family by the runway, a frame of the view someone else covers.
The girls in the billboard, the shattering clouds cut the morning sun off then the line of purples after the storm glancing on the tiles, two wooden poles hold the frame and from their wet narrow track the billboard girls deflect in the other window, brushing where everything is lips closing in a chime of plums, oxygen, gold and regret, grief and repetition. Pink as birthday balloons, the rainbow emerges from the dull lake to the East, the running water, the billboard girls speak.
Humming in the air that masks us clear droplets of blood warming my hands then up to the house a thousand leaves chained burst with a puff and roll speeding away. A thousand leaves for me to give off the little laughing, drop the chain-saw and fall asleep.
I live in the land where the waterfall flows through a pool and through the ocean the sparrows revolve, the scales grow, a bump and a trail of miniatures, maps and compass and insects crowding to meet me on this street. After and before every morning on the phone and the couch, I hold in until I begin typing when I step across the sleep I stretch at a fraction of a breath. This is part of what I like. And cows.
In the face of deliberately misconstruing these wounds as a kind of case, disseminated and faked by frustration, the light indicates no coincidence. Boxes through boxes, it’s 27 miles of shrubby cactuses then the 56-feet tall tree like an iron gate. You have arrived.
Ghoulia can explain everything
Twyla looks for my mistakes
Abbey erased my mistakes
Spectra always gives me the right pencil
Catrine purrs and calms me
Clawdeen makes me smile :)
Just messing around. These work out perfectly; each set of four forms a perfect square, so that the sides are actual stud lengths. So, yes, you could build a sturdy, angled square with these.
Blue: 6 studs each side
Green: 11 studs each side
Brown: 14 studs each side
Tan: 16 studs each side
Orange: 18 studs each side
Yellow: 21 studs each side
Pink: 26 studs each side
Here's the list I used; I'll do a larger one when I can free up a larger baseplate.