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Partial derivatives
Jan. 4th, 2006 10:10 pm( I am love! )
Apparently I am defined by my college, my last relationship, three of my fandoms and girl!Doctor. I'll go with that. Hee.
In other news, I have devoted a lot of time to my maths. I have written off the last fortnight of my holiday in favour of it, I haveseeked sought help from everyone I can think of, starting with my parents, then my mathematically inclined friends, then an actual tutor-type person, and I have worked extremely fucking hard. I am still shit at it. In conclusion: well, I don't think I have a conclusion. I'm shit? That sounds the only valid conclusion off those premises.
After ill-fated tution this morning, I went to work in the shop to be met by a scene of absolute chaos. Last night Pedar wanted to buy a book about Liverpool, but he couldn't find the sports section. Tony said it was hard to see. He was thinking, he said, about moving it somewhere else more visible, and maybe he'd move kids' here, and humour there and paperback memoirs here... you get it.
By lunchtime today, I was choking in the dust and tripping over the piles on the floor, and on the counter, there was an A3 sheet of paper carefully done in proper draftsman style with black pen and a ruler, showing every section, shelf and door. "Oh my god," I said, "you have a plan."
"Operation Desert Storm had less planning than this," Mike groused.
By four o'clock, I determined that there was only one drop in the entire shop that we hadn't moved. It was GCSE and A-level revision guides. I don't know if I should conclude something from that.
In order to distract us all from the heavy lifting (seriously: moving all the books in a bookshop, even a small one, is not fun) Mike got to telling us about his latest project. He has had an idea. He wants to be an Evil Genius. More specifically, he wants to masquerade as an evil genius and post adverts on all the lonely hearts sites on the web. And then he wants to write up the experience and hope he outsells Dave Gorman and Danny Wallace. The thing is, he does have a macabre, incisive sense of humour coupled with excellent web-design skills, so I think he might just make something of this idea. He's signed up for www.loveanevilgenius.com (nothing there yet, but I'm waiting) and wants me to put up some flyers in Oxford.
Well, you never know. So, if Mike ever does become famous, you heard it here first.
No more maths for tonight. I have spent a torturous half hour finding the three partial derivatives and optimal value U for the function U=S1/2N1/2+λ[2880-16S-36N], and have almost definitely got them wrong, but I don't care. Well, I do a bit. But not now.
Also: everyone should go and download the middle eight Doctor Who theme right now, because it is love. It's lush, layered and sounds fully orchestral. S'wonderful.
Apparently I am defined by my college, my last relationship, three of my fandoms and girl!Doctor. I'll go with that. Hee.
In other news, I have devoted a lot of time to my maths. I have written off the last fortnight of my holiday in favour of it, I have
After ill-fated tution this morning, I went to work in the shop to be met by a scene of absolute chaos. Last night Pedar wanted to buy a book about Liverpool, but he couldn't find the sports section. Tony said it was hard to see. He was thinking, he said, about moving it somewhere else more visible, and maybe he'd move kids' here, and humour there and paperback memoirs here... you get it.
By lunchtime today, I was choking in the dust and tripping over the piles on the floor, and on the counter, there was an A3 sheet of paper carefully done in proper draftsman style with black pen and a ruler, showing every section, shelf and door. "Oh my god," I said, "you have a plan."
"Operation Desert Storm had less planning than this," Mike groused.
By four o'clock, I determined that there was only one drop in the entire shop that we hadn't moved. It was GCSE and A-level revision guides. I don't know if I should conclude something from that.
In order to distract us all from the heavy lifting (seriously: moving all the books in a bookshop, even a small one, is not fun) Mike got to telling us about his latest project. He has had an idea. He wants to be an Evil Genius. More specifically, he wants to masquerade as an evil genius and post adverts on all the lonely hearts sites on the web. And then he wants to write up the experience and hope he outsells Dave Gorman and Danny Wallace. The thing is, he does have a macabre, incisive sense of humour coupled with excellent web-design skills, so I think he might just make something of this idea. He's signed up for www.loveanevilgenius.com (nothing there yet, but I'm waiting) and wants me to put up some flyers in Oxford.
Well, you never know. So, if Mike ever does become famous, you heard it here first.
No more maths for tonight. I have spent a torturous half hour finding the three partial derivatives and optimal value U for the function U=S1/2N1/2+λ[2880-16S-36N], and have almost definitely got them wrong, but I don't care. Well, I do a bit. But not now.
Also: everyone should go and download the middle eight Doctor Who theme right now, because it is love. It's lush, layered and sounds fully orchestral. S'wonderful.
