Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...

[brewer]

The engineer that designed "Magic" should be defrocked, then shot.

[Joods]

Yeah... 30 years of driving under my belt and I'd have to refuse to get on that circle of crazy.

[Jackalope]

CIJS why do you think I should do all this shit for you? I'm not your personal slave. Pull your head out your ass and do it yourself.

You've clearly met my ex-wife's family.

[Jackalope]

This is why I take a cab / bus when in a foreign city - even many domestic ones.

[J a c k]

CIJS why do you think I should do all this shit for you? I'm not your personal slave. Pull your head out your ass and do it yourself.

Wait. Jor was here and now Sal? I think I saw obvi also.

I should make cookies and tea. I’m so happeh! Spill the beans and tell it all! Feels good, man.

[Kernel Sohcahtoa]

CIJS,

I've been reading Lara Alcock's How to Think about Analysis, and IMO, it's been a nice, informative read: I liked her commentary about gaining an understanding of what a math theorem is actually saying before one attempts to prove it.   In particular, I found the following passage to be interesting:

"Once you understand what the theorem says, you are in a position to study the proof.  But how should you do this? How will you know when something is proved? For many undergraduate students, the obvious answer is that you know something is proved when your lecturer or textbook says it is.  Obviously you have no reason to doubt a presented proof: it's entirely reasonable to believe something on the basis that someone in authority tells you it's valid.  It's not very intellectually satisfying, though--much better to understand something in detail than just to believe it." (Alcock, 38)

Reference

Alcock, Lara (2014). How to Think about Analysis.  USA: Oxford University Press.

[Joods]

God dammit this hurts.

[Foxaèr]

CIJS,

You were a friend of my sister, and I only met you because I visited her one day. She figured since we were both gay that we should meet. Upon visiting her, we left her apartment to visit you at your apartment a short distance away.

You were a red head, but that is not what drew me to you when I first met you. You played the piano, even played for the church, but that is not what drew me to you either. There was just something about you that to this day I cannot properly describe; you were beautiful inside and out. Evening approached, and my sister wanted to leave. I didn't want to leave, and I think you knew that. My sister stepped outside, I said I would be right out, and when the door closed the kiss that we shared was magical. My body literally felt as though electrical currents were coursing through me as our kiss deepened.

My sister knocked on the door to interrupt us. You walked me out to the roadside where we waited for a taxi. I looked at you and you looked at me, and we simply could not help ourselves. We started kissing again. When we came up for air, I made the decision to stay the night with you. My sister was fine with that, and she left in the taxi.

I returned to your apartment with you where we continued to make out and eventually undress. I wanted to have sex with you so badly, but it didn't happen. I was inexperienced and I just wasn't ready. You understood and we held each other until we feel asleep.

I returned to my sister's the next day and then I returned home across the bay that same day. I kept meaning to return to you, but it never happened.

I saw you a few times here and there in the years to follow, after learning from my sister that you had been diagnosed with AIDS, and I wonder if perhaps somehow I had known to not have sex with you that night we spent together.

[brewer]

God dammit this hurts.

Stub your brain?

[Joods]

God dammit this hurts.

Stub your brain?

No grandpa. 

If only it were that easy.