I Was Put On This Earth To Eat Soup, Learn Math, Read Books, Be Comfy In Bed, Learn Math, Make Friends,

i was put on this earth to eat soup, learn math, read books, be comfy in bed, learn math, make friends, go on the computer, walk through the streets after rain, breathe fresh air, learn math, help build socialism, drink my little beverages (non alcoholic i don’t do drugs etc), tell people about math, make people jealous of how im such a special boy and so smart and cute and ontologically always right about everything, wear my cute little outfits, look at cool architecture in different cities, take the train, maximize everyone’s utility function by merely being present, prove math theorems with my giant brain, identify birds, stand under blooming trees in spring, achieve world domination, and find cool rocks. did i mention math yet

Infinite in Both Directions

@sketiana // cells undergoing mitosis // neutron stars colliding // 'saturn', sleeping at last // voyager golden records // diagram of an atom // diagram of the solar system // 'a toast to the alchemists', laura giplin // neural stem cells // ciliated ventral epithelium // 'constellations', the oh hellos // jwst deep field // 'singularity', marie howe // heart of the phantom galaxy // 'zephyrus', the oh hellos // apoferritin // aerial view of a forest // a graph me and my project co-chair made to model angle over time of our payload // molybdenum and sulfur atoms // unknown // pillars of creation

The Unexpected Consequence of Making Too Many Suicide Jokes

I would never innovate. Reinventing the wheel gets a bad rap but it's actually a great way to spend a quiet Saturday night. i love to invent wheel. It's a fun, creatively stimulating activity, and what's more is at the end of it, you get a free a wheel. What I hate to do is invent the supercausal warp drive – too stressful! I do not wish to consider the moral and economic implications of bleeding edge technologies which could one day pave the road to mankind's destiny in the stars. Not my cup of tea. I would much rather spend a nice relaxing Saturday evening at home with a couple of close friends, just stay in and sit back on the couch and in between sips of arnold palmer someone muses "Say, what if there were to be a wheel?". And we nod and laugh and let loose a dispassionate "eureka" or two, no exclamation points necessary. And nobody's heart rate deviates from 60 beats per minute for the entire duration of the function. And when we say our goodbyes and head to bed at 7 PM sharp we can rest easy knowing that the future of extrasolar manned missions to distant worlds rests firmly off our shoulders. And as we drift off after a glass of warm milk, we look forward to our next little get together and dream up new ideas for Wheel.