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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.
My latest piece, something a little different.
"Math is hard" December 2015.
Ink on marker paper. 11x14 inch rectangle. Mounted on indigo lokta.
I subbed Math for the second time this week. This was a particularly interesting assignment because one of the classes was “Computer Math.” This turned out to be a coding class and I enjoyed seeing each student’s take on the assignment.
Jacket, Mossimo. Brooch, vintage. Turtleneck, Mossimo. Skirt, Outlander (thrifted and gifted). Tights, B. Ella. Boots, Miz Mooz.
Não tenho nada de interessante pra falar, ficou super simples... Math, espero que goste :D
borda super fail KKKKKK
With so many lines and angles going on in this shot it's no wonder I left the math to my Dad and became an English Major. Pretty to look at ... there's a lot going on in this one taken at the Detroit Zoo on the hottest day of the year.
Model; Alee Stark. During math class we had to fly kites we made for a project. My kite broke and something happened to hers, so we just took pictures. That always solves my problems.
3 words: I HATE MATH.
I'm very very very very very very very very very very very *inhales* very very (infinite verys) bad at math.
I have to do math homework today. So, my head is filled with problems.
A series of poster about major VS in life.
For the rest of the series visit Behance
Quote by Jeffrey Veen.
(Made with Adobe Photoshop & Adobe InDesign)
Font Used: PF Encore by Parachute Fonts
I was tidying up and found this maths exercise book which I got for my eldest grand daughter some years ago.
In my day the tables on the back were much more complex, they had: rods, poles and perches - bushels, pecks and gallons - tons, hundredweights and quarters what fun :)
This exercise book cost 69 pence, sadly the Crawley branch of the shop where I bought it has closed down.
I needed a picture for a math PD course I am working on.... nothing like math tools in our weedy lawn.... (it's our side lawn, not the front lawn!). Can you see what the pen says?
Complete Set of math gnomes. Helps teach the four basic processes. The story that we use really helps my daughters understand the difference between the different proceses (addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division).
See my Flickr profile for the link to my Etsy shop. This set has sold, but I do custom orders. Contact me through Flickr or Etsy if you'd like a set of these math gnomes.
This is my work space as I currently puzzle out math proofs for Ring Theory (i.e. abstract algebra). The notebook on the extreme left contains my calculus notes from last year; I was actually using that for my Differential Equations assignment a couple of hours ago. The proof on the paper in the middle is for showing that (a,b) = (a, b + at) for all integers t. Cool, eh?
Yeah, I like math a _little_ too much.