There are some weeks I worry my mathematics blog doesn't need me anymore, as I have a couple of gimmicks that work so well and so reliably I can have nice decent regular updates without great effort. If you missed what my blog looked like this past week, it looked something ... like this:
- Reading the Comics, March 21, 2018: Old Mathematics Jokes Edition
- What I Haven’t Had Time To Read (Late March)
- Reading the Comics, March 24, 2018: Arithmetic and Information Edition
- Reading the Comics, March 31, 2018: A Normal Week Edition
Did you want to know What's Going On In Alley Oop? And Why Is He In Philadelphia? January - April 2018's story recap will help you with the first question. The second I don't actually know the answer to yet. And now let me close out Saturday as we saw the convention's final Saturday dance at the Holiday Inn Worthington to its complete and final conclusion.
Man, for a finger gesture to require that much blurring. (It's a balloon being tossed around the dance circle.)
Dance DJs taking a moment of pride after the successful end of the dance. Or possibly any given pop culture hangout podcast's hosts. You'll love their takedown of Sherlock Gnomes!
They chased people out of the dance by turning on the lights, which is a nasty thing to do to an unprepared bunny like this.
The Bun Bows Out.
Just one of those free-forming groups in the convention hall with people who like bunny_hugger for the obvious reasons.
This room service tray was outside that room for something like 12 hours that day. I have no explanation for this phenomenon.
Trivia: After his brother Casper died (of tuberculosis), with a codicil to his will specifying that his son was to be brought up by his mother as well as Ludwig, Ludwig van Beethoven accused Johanna of poisoning her husband, and insisted on a doctor inspecting the corpse. (There was no evidence of murder.) Source: Beethoven: The Universal Composer, Edmund Morris.
Currently Reading: The Friendly Orange Glow: The Untold Story of the PLATO System and the Dawn of Cyberculture, Brian Dear.