Daughter: something, something, 1969…
Me: (goofingly) I was President in 1969
Daughter: no you weren’t, President Nixon was.
Me: I’m surprised you knew that.
Daughter: well, in Dr. Who, season 6, episode 1, where….
This is happens ALL THE TIME.
"While my son and I waited for our bus to arrive, I opened up my umbrella because it had suddenly begun to rain. I found that my son had disappeared so I was looking around, when I found him holding an umbrella up for an elder who had been crouching next to the bus stop, selling vegetable seeds. He must have felt pity for the elder who had been frantically packing up his belongings while getting rained on…As a mother, I was so proud to have a son like him…I was happy.
The words that the grandfather spoke when we parted really left an impression: “Even if an atomic bomb were to drop, I would do whatever it takes to save that boy.”
My son’s math grades may not be the best
But he loves people and he loves animals….that’s enough, right? ^^”
Damn right. Good job mom :)
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
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It is one of the most romantic stories in the history of mathematics: in 1913, the English mathematician G. H. Hardy received a strange letter from an unknown clerk in Madras, India. The ten-page letter contained about 120 statements of theorems on infinite series, improper integrals, continued fractions, and number theory.
Every prominent mathematician gets letters from cranks, and at first glance Hardy no doubt put this letter in that class. But something about the formulas made him take a second look, and show it to his collaborator J. E. Littlewood. After a few hours, they concluded that the results “must be true because, if they were not true, no one would have had the imagination to invent them”.
Thus was Srinivasa Ramanujan introduced to the mathematical world.
He wrote over 4000 original theorems despite his lack of formal education and a short life-span. Need I say more? That is as impressive as it gets.
It was in recognition of his contribution to mathematics the Government of India decided to celebrate Ramanujan’s birthday as the National Mathematics Day every year and to celebrate 2012 as the National Mathematical Year.
Whatever life takes away from you, let it go.
Children are not the face of New York’s homeless. They rarely figure among the panhandlers and bag ladies, war vets and untreated schizophrenics who have long been stock characters in this city of contrasts. ■ Their homelessness is hidden. They spend their days in school, their nights in shelters. They are seen only in glimpses — pulling overstuffed suitcases in the shadow of a tired parent, passing for tourists rather than residents without a home.
from the NY Times’ piece on homeless children in New York
This makes me wonder, having lived in Los Angeles and Philadelphia, how many times I’ve passed homeless children assuming they were visiting…
(via straymessages)I swear stuff like this makes me almost want to cry. When I imagine the hardship faced by individuals, I don’t know how I could handle it.
Hans Kotter: Big Bang….Interruption (2013)
Looks like an abstract Tardis ;)
Almost like an ocean wave lol
I wish i had this ability ^.^
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