This week again, my mathematics blog looked full, thanks to reprinting old material. Here's the reprints:
- From my First A-to-Z: Tensor
- From my Second A-To-Z: Transcendental Number
- From my Third A-to-Z: Tree
- From my Fourth A-to-Z: Topology
- From my Fifth A-to-Z: Tiling (the first time)
- From my Sixth A-to-Z: Taylor Series
- From my Seventh A-to-Z: Tiling (the accidental remake)
Sunshine settling down to holiday something-like-contentment, with food, water, hay, and a toy she's thinking over.
And now to a novel treat ... Christmas 2020 my father sent ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger a screenshot of some 70s Food Disasters account, showing this whipped-cream/Miracle-whip/pineapple/cherry concoction meant to be a ``Yule Log'' mixed together and put in a coffee can and eaten by people who take recipes like this. bunnyhugger was enchanted and curious and wanted to give it a try. One problem: nobody has metal coffee cans anymore. So that was the first big substitution.
Peering into the lid. The Yule Log was frozen solid, showing the traces of the spatula used to set it into place.
With difficulty bunnyhugger peeled the other end of the can nearly all the way open, the better to extrude the frozen confection and ... it did not want to budge.
Discussion begins about whether we'll have to remove it with explosives.
But with time, and pressure, and a hot towel wrapped around the can (which surely worked better on metal coffee tins) the mass of food product began to slide out.
Trivia: Erasmus Darwin was the youngest of his family, and from age five had a lock of white hair, after ``a blow from a maid servant by accident'' . Source: The Lunar Men: The Friends Who Made The Future, Jenny Uglow.
Currently Reading: The Subatomic Monster, Isaac Asimov. Felt like reading some old pop science and there's several wincing moments not all related to talking about his major cardiac surgery. But, oh, Asimov talking about him as a kid reading the word ``Betelgeuse'' and supposing it must be a French word and sneering at people who said it like ``beetle-juice'' and then learning that the uncultured slobs were the right ones ... oh, the feelings. Also, uh, I know how big Betelgeuse is but having it calculated that if it were in place of the Sun, yes, Earth would be deep inside the star, but the stellar matter would have a density of something around 1/7000th of an atmosphere, which anyone trying to breathe would say is a vacuum. Not, like, an industrial-grade vacuum but still, vacuum enough to get you dead in twenty seconds.
