Take Me Out to The Ball Game isn’t the only song about baseball.
GRRM is still plugging away.
Entirely different from last week’s selection, other than being music for boring, soulless, dressed-up white people.
Small Gods from “Vorbis sat upright in the tyrant’s chair” to “The way it’s got steps down into it, I think,” said Brutha.
Try, after listening to this, to argue that there is no such thing as objectively great art. You’ll feel quite foolish.
Small Gods from “Om stumped along a cobbled alley” to “The fundamental truth was that the handful of Ephebian guards in the palace had no chance at all.”
Small Gods from “Next day the ship rounded a headland” to “And your God is a rock — and we know about rock.”
I am not making this up.
Next week for sure.
A mathematical comment rescue .
Small Gods from “It was a small mule and Brutha had long legs” to “They were known for it”.
Standing over the same old ground.
Small Gods from “Anyone could go the the Place of Lamentation” to “Fri’it set out”.
What a long, strange trip it’s been.
A small god walked into a bar…
The Pope has none of these.
The Small Gods book club starts!
Everything you ever wanted to know about the MD book club but were afraid to ask. (Spoiler: we’ll be starting Small Gods next week.)
Small Gods. Get it.
Endless turns out to be a misnomer, because this is the end.
Three ballplayers, no waiting.
Not the best of days in the Schilling household.
Three more of our favorite D-list celebrities.
Gotta Love ’em.
I’m so tired, I haven’t slept a wink. I’m so tired, my mind is on the blink.
We begin (but, for obvious reasons, don’t finish) Endless Nights.
You might recall our previous discussions of fields. We eventually got as far as being able to define a complete, ordered field and show that the real numbers are an example of it. That was in a sense, a top-down approach. We started with a complicated set of axioms that define the behavior we want.…
Larry Andersen for Jeff Bagwell was, in comparison, genius.
Born and bred in the briar patch.
Picture the worst job in the world.
The more things change …
You might have seen that Michael Jordan recently announced his idea of an all-time all-star basketball five, one that he thought would never lose a pickup game. It’s caused a lot of dissension, not least because it’s all contemporaries of Jordan’s, not an Abdul-Jabbar or a LeBron in sight, but what it led me to…
No e’s, π’s, or i’s, just regular numbers.
This one’s for Rod.
Ever notice how much Ted Cruz looks like Bill Murray?