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Natter 40: The Nice One  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


bon bon - Nov 29, 2005 11:29:21 am PST #7769 of 10006
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

If erika can't do math either then I'm blaming PV and AHS.


erikaj - Nov 29, 2005 11:39:22 am PST #7770 of 10006
Always Anti-fascist!

Makes more sense than Canada.


Kate P. - Nov 29, 2005 11:40:43 am PST #7771 of 10006
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

I liked the problem-solving aspect of algebra; that was very satisfying. But once you get to conceptual math like calculus, I was pretty lost.

Yeah, me too. I love solving puzzles, and I was always good at math (I was even on the math team in middle school!). But I think once it got to the point where I needed a calculator to figure something out for me (sine, cosine, pi to the brazilianth decimal), I lost interest.


JZ - Nov 29, 2005 11:43:59 am PST #7772 of 10006
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I am excessively proud to find that I have something in common with ita's mother, being all per-crappity at the fancy maths but very good with arithmetic. Adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing, fractions, decimals -- I have a weird love of playing with them all: it's like having a boxful of cute puppies doing cute puppy tricks. In certain moods, the magical multiply/add-the-digits/collapse tricks 3's, 6's and 9's perform on command seem cuter to me than babies.

Given which, I really should be able to balance my checkbook a fuck of a lot better, though that's really a laziness problem, not arithmetic.

Anyhow, I have something in common with ita's mom, and it's not about lab animals, and this makes me happy.

ICompletelyON, someone please tell me to stay away from the letters section of Salon.com. That's some seriously fucked-up craxyland, there (annoyingly, complete with equal doses of craxy from both the right and the left), and I need to not look at it. I love Salon and want to keep enjoying it and it's creeping me out that I share reading material with these people.


Amy - Nov 29, 2005 11:45:31 am PST #7773 of 10006
Because books.

I'm totally not proud of the fact that I suck at math. I am proud of the fact that I not only rocked geometry in tenth grade, I actually enjoyed it.

Anything higher than algebra just ... it's like another language to me. I tend to be a visual learner, so maybe it's the fact that I can't picture what X is supposed to stand for or whatever.


amych - Nov 29, 2005 11:46:56 am PST #7774 of 10006
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

In the spirit of "ooh, look, a train wreck", is there a particular bunch of letters we're supposed to be keeping you away from?


Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 29, 2005 11:48:18 am PST #7775 of 10006
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

I only went as far as precalculus—apparently I had a fair talent for it that I could have exploited if I hadn't found math to be the most boring subject ever. My freshman precalculus teacher told me I'd make a good mathematician if I chose to pursue it, but I couldn't imagine a career I'd get less satisfaction from.


Nutty - Nov 29, 2005 11:51:11 am PST #7776 of 10006
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

I had real trouble with the logic parts of geometry, the same way that I have difficulty telling left from right unless I'm able to point or act out what I am doing. On a page, a math proof looks equally plausible from every angle to me, which is why my proofs ended up being 100 lines long -- I just couldn't see the short answer right in front of my eyes.

I'm told I'm a bit of an overthinker.

I did OK in algebra II, but theory, while it didn't exactly trip me up, came to seem pointless. I asked here a while ago about cosines and tangents, because, although I'd learned a fair amount about them, I had no idea why anybody would need to know about them. To me, they were just funny symbols on a page, and a button on a calculator. Finding out that they're useful for measuring how tall a mountain is, without needing a really really long string, helped me immensely.

So pre-calculus got an annoyed shrug from me, whereas statistics I did pretty well with. Although I've forgotten a lot of how to compute stats (and never formally learned advanced stats, like ANOVA), at least I know generally what to look for, and how to tell whether they actually support the argument they're claiming to support.

(There is a prof at Tufts who teaches a non-majors math course where the subject matter is all baseball. If I'd been offered that course at 16 -- and if I'd been a baseball fan yet by then -- I think I would have gotten a lot farther in math than I did. The intrinsic mathiness just wasn't winning me over, you know? I needed some applicability with my mathiness. To this day, I remember the factorial button on a calculator, because that is how you find out interest on a bank account!)


tommyrot - Nov 29, 2005 11:52:14 am PST #7777 of 10006
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Anything higher than algebra just ... it's like another language to me. I tend to be a visual learner, so maybe it's the fact that I can't picture what X is supposed to stand for or whatever.

Huh. I tend to "see" all math in a visual sense. Especially integral and differential calculus. (A college calc prof. once complemented me on my nice chalk drawings of homework problems.)


erikaj - Nov 29, 2005 11:52:58 am PST #7778 of 10006
Always Anti-fascist!

My guess? The piece about mom, son, and hip-hop. Because I fucking loved the article and the nasty letters she got made me want to beat someone. Not that I take breast cancer moms personally or anything. And I want to assign them all book reports, too. Bastards. That was like, MWT old-school, and I've been missing it. ETA: And we joke about breast cancer on occasion, no matter how "inauthentic" one letter-writer found it. Keep it real, Camille.