Dear Love Your Sister...

Sep. 18th, 2017 10:52 pm
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Apparently today is the birthday of the great lexicographer Samuel Johnson. When I clicked on the Google Doodle, one of the hits that came up was about another Samuel Johnson, apparently one well known in Australia: Grieving Samuel Johnson says he might as well ‘sell some f***ing socks’. It begins:

SAMUEL JOHNSON has continued his sister Connie’s crusade to find a cure for cancer by launching brightly hued fundraising socks.

Connie Johnson died after a long battle with breast cancer earlier this month.

Samuel sees the socks (which reference their nicknames Connie Cottonsocks and Sammy Seal) as an extension of The Project host Carrie Bickmore’s Beanies 4 Brain Cancer initiative.

“Seeing as Carrie has the whole Beanie thing covered, we thought we’d bung out some ‘Connie Cottonsocks’ and try and cover this cancer conundrum from head to toe,” Samuel wrote on the Love Your Sister Facebook page.

“Connie doesn’t have any use for your sentiment now. If she wanted anyone to take anything from her life, it was to highlight the importance of medical research. And we all need socks right?

“In the name of my dear gone sister, I’m asking. Please buy some socks and then maybe we can share the absolute bejesus out of this post and turbocharge our push for a cure, so families need not continue to endure the baseless trauma that cancer so cruelly provides.

“I want my sister back but seeing as that’s not going to happen, I might as well sell some f***ing socks so that other families don’t have to go through this pain.

I remain, more than ever, very truly yours. Samuel Johnson Head of Cancer Vanquishment.”
 
Well now! That looked worth following up.

But... Here's the text I just sent them:
 
I've about given up on most of my charitable giving, since I'm retired and on a small income, but I want to buy some socks, especially in memory of my wife. HOWEVER... You say in small print "We only ship within Australia", and your page says "City and state are mandatory" (though the form accepts only Australian states). So if I give you as much of my address as you'll take, your page will refuse the rest. And even if I somehow succeed in ordering socks, how the heck are you going to get them to me?
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You know, if you're going to ask the whole world, you really ought to allow the whole world to answer.
 


Dear Houghton Mifflin...

Sep. 16th, 2017 03:27 pm
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(Ị am addressing this message to Technical Support because there is no more appropriate contact listed on your "contact us" page. Please forward it to the appropriate editorial department.)

In your American Heritage Dictionary, 4th edition (open in front of me) and still in the 5th edition (https://www.ahdictionary.com/word/search.html?q=Paraboloid), the marginal illustration for "paraboloid" shows a diagram of a circular paraboloid with the caption

>>>>>

paraboloid
The equation for a circular paraboloid is:
x²/a² + y²/b² = z

<<<<<

(The caption has the fractions in vertical format with horizontal lines, which I can't reproduce here, but the equation is mathematically unchanged.)

That is the general equation of an elliptical paraboloid, of which the circular paraboloid is a special case. To quote from Stack Exchange
(https://math.stackexchange.com/q/1249308):

>>>>>

[T]he equation of an elliptical paraboloid is given by

z/c = (x/a)² + (y/b)²

If a=b, then this elliptical paraboloid is also a circular paraboloid.

<<<<<

The divisor c is irrelevant here, so we can write

z = (x/a)² + (y/b)²

In other words, the equation of a circular paraboloid is

z = (x/a)² + (y/a)²

or in your arrangement

x²/a² + y²/a² = z

or more simply

(x²+y²)/a² = z

Sincerely,
$THNIDU

Intimate verses by Augusto dos Anjos

Sep. 15th, 2017 08:15 pm
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Intimate verses

Look! No one saw the amazing
Burial of your one final dream.
Only the ungrateful and mean
Gave you a shoulder for weeping!
Get used to the cesspit that awaits!
Man, in this miserable land,
Surrounded by wild beasts, can only stand
By dishing out even stronger bites.
Take a match – light your cigarette!
The kiss, the friend, precedes the spit,
The hand caresses – before the stick.
If someone saves you from hell,
Stone the hand that treats you well,
Spit on those who try to kiss you!

Translated by Daniel Vianna. Extracted from here.

Dear Power Thesaurus...

Sep. 15th, 2017 09:33 am
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I wanted synonyms for "hemorrhoids". One of them was "piles", which is the one I was looking for, the one my grandmother used and I didn't understand.   The first 20 also included 
Dozens
Gobs
Heaps
Lots
Oodles
Rafts
Scads
Scores
Slews
Stacks
Tons
Wads 
– none of which have anything to do with hemorrhoids but which are all clearly synonyms for the common colloquial meaning of "piles".  

Synonymy is not transitive.  

Sincerely,
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what is it to make peace?
with a fact, a circumstance

the war is only between the self
and the self, the battlefield the space
in which you lie awake at night

deafened by artillery, shelling, missile whine

and then the treaty:
self and self sign, unwitnessed, a promise
in the silence of the armistice—
acceptance, resignation

(but for the wounds,
scars on the landscape,
and all human decay)

a city takes years to rebuild after devastation
better and more consciously planned, yes
but with history erased or beyond repair

all war is loss
and peace what comes after, into the space
left by fire, that hot bright destruction,
the blackened and fragile remains
of what only effort and time can reclaim

peace is the salvage of the ruins
when the soldiers have gone home;
what you form from the ashes, from
damage

the bringing into existence
of something shaped from the dirt and clay and blood
under your fingernails, beautiful not in spite of
but because

not the opposite of loss, then
but what grows from it

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