My Small Boat

A Dirge
Rough Wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main, _
Wail, for the world’s wrong!

When smashing monuments, save the pedestals. They always come in handy.

Music can be used to stimulate mass emotion, while mathematics cannot.

Serendipity is looking in a haystack for a needle and discovering a farmer’s daughter.

today is the 200th anniversary of Horace Walpole’s first coining of the word Serendipity

Believe in fate but lean forward where fate can see you.

Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine.
He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves.
They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one [...]