'Ff'lo (fflo) wrote,

Sunday night isolation report

I've kinda had a good weekend.  Oddly enough.  Seen lotsa faces on Zoom, some I've seen in real life too (tho not most).  I'm hungry now and oughta go make some supper.  Trying to knock off just a little more work now, though, to make up for some of the hours we had to take off for the Vernal Equinox.  Turned out that was a lot more novel stuff happening when there rolled around the novelty of taking off that holiday for the first time MR's observed it.

Took a chance yesterday, after walking around Buhr Park (Area Parks Are Crowded!), on going by Jersey Mike's to pick up supper.  Their cheesesteaks are a smidge saltier than I'd like them to be, but they're quite yummy otherwise.  I have 'em hold the peppers and make it extra onions instead, and then add mayo.

I didn't like mayo until college.  It was all the fault of the Tastee Freeze, or whatever it was called, that served those cheeseburger subs.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Oh for one of those now.  It may not have been as insanely good-tasting as the cheeseburger at Willie's Wee Nee Wagon, but it would be an utter delight to pop back in time for one of those.

Downey's.  That's what it was called.  Thank you internet.

In fact, while I'm at it, THANK YOU VERY MUCH INTERNET.  You are such a good friend these days.

I posted a couple of songs to the chorus's facebook page, as some of us are singing to each other there.  Then I posted them to my own page.  They're originals, and there's something about singing my own songs for people.  I used to do it a lot, or often enough, anyhow, but I hardly ever do it any more.  It's one way life back east was richer.  It meant a lot to me when someone wanted to listen, though.  Or would gamely play along, and then maybe give me a chuckle now & then--- you know, when I was going for one.  So there's something kind of intimately engaging, for me, to engage by singing my own song(s) for somebody.  Like it's weird for me to be putting one (or two) out there to a bunch of people I hardly know.  I'm sure some rolled their eyes, if they bothered to listen, but a lot of folks were cheering me on, and saying nice stuff.  That's a special kind of nice.

Had to put facebook back on my phone to upload the danged video.  I'm not too crazy about getting back into facebook in particular.  It's still a guarded operation.  But, hey, strange times.  And it was nice for that, for sure.

Before I finish up some work let me share with you this cool story I found out about in my editing today.  This math guy G. H. Hardy was visiting this other math guy Srinivasa Ramanujan, and ---well, let's let Hardy tell it:

          I remember once going to see him when he was lying ill at Putney. I had ridden in
          taxi cab number 1729 and remarked that the number seemed to me rather a dull one,
          and that I hoped it was not an unfavorable omen. “No,” he replied, “it is a very
          interesting number; it is the smallest number expressible as the sum of two cubes
          in two different ways.”

As the paper whose review I was reading followed up:  Indeed, 1729 = 13 + 123 and 1729 = 93 + 103 and it is the smallest such number that is the sum of two cubes in two different ways.

And, poof!, or pretty much poof!, the math folk had a thing they call a taxicab number.

Ramanujan was quite somethin'.  And I don't know the half of it.

Okay, wrap-it-up and make-some-grub time.  Then TV.  I'm behind on TV!  Noir Alley, for inst.  And I'm watching something called "Dispatches from Elsewhere", which seems pretty good so far, and good for the times, somehow.


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