n. someone with a habit of overthinking the simplest of concepts—who reads the phrase “girls drinking cosmos” and imagines female astronauts slurping intergalactic ether through bendy straws—which is a symptom of an educational overdose, whose only known cure is the ’90s teen sitcom “Saved By The Bell.”
‘So,’ said Doug. ‘We’ve found the evidence we needed. Should we get out of here and contact the authorities?’ Maggie shook her head. ‘No,’ she said. ‘Let’s have another look around. Maybe there’s something we’ve missed.’ ‘Really?’ said Doug, frowning. ‘We’ve got the photos and the hard drive, we’ve miraculously evaded capture and we even solved the mystery of who your long-lost brother is. What else is there to do?’ ‘Well,’ Maggie said, ‘I’m quite interested in the architectural features of this secret lair. Do you think those columns are Doric? We should go and look.’ Doug exhaled heavily. ‘Seriously? We have no reason to be here any more. Hanging around is just going to get us caught, leading to an admittedly nail-biting but basically unnecessary series of escape attempts.’ Maggie nodded, craning her neck to look at the ceiling. ‘Uh-huh. I hear what you’re saying. It won’t take long.’ She smiled. ‘Ooh, also, we should split up so we can cover more ground.’
alice felt herself slipping past the border of one world and into the next and she found it curious.
as one capable of being completely paralyzed when faced with simple arithmetic, i find it fascinating the degree to which i was interpolated by the recent times op-ed article entitled algebra in wonderland.
no, it has nothing to do with calculating the potential revenue of tim burton’s latest confection.
the author details the ways in which carrol re-purposed euclid’s weapon of choice, reductio ad absurdum, to test the logical boundaries of 19th-century mathematics, which were beginning to jell into a semblance of that we’re forced to study/delight in investigating today.
as it turns out, alice in wonderland, one of my all-time favorite books, can be read as nothing more than one long, dadaist metaphor articulating why math is ridiculous.
i knew there was a reason i’ve loved it all these years!
Dare I say, his ass should have known better? Yeah, I’m going to hold him accountable, because nobody else seems to be doing it. I feel like me and this dude, Jon Caramanica, who wrote a piece in the New York Times today are the only people confused by everyone’s ease regarding Mayer’s behavior. Mayer is fully aware that hegemony delivered his white ass (as opposed to an African American with the same talent) to superstardom. So I’m just a little confused to why ?uestlove and all these other important black artists are writing Mayer’s comments off as a silly misstep. As I understand it, the image he has constructed for himself is that of the reckless musician rocker-dude that says what he means and means what he says whenever he wants to say it. So let’s just call a spade a spade (he’s a racist fool) and stop pretending like Mayer’s body is a wonderland (cause it’s not).