Concentration
The ululation has broken my concentration. "Ululate this!" I think to the smug insects. Then realising what they are ululating, "It's too damned hot."
The ululation has broken my concentration. "Ululate this!" I think to the smug insects. Then realising what they are ululating, "It's too damned hot."
I think someone is removing these researchers. Killing them off. It is worrisome.
There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.
"Let us never attribute to race what is more easily explained by stature." admonished Brian, always trying to come off as the the voice of reason, but well known for his shortist prejudices.
My students don't have facial expressions. The math student council sometimes has events, and it seems that one of these events is a dis-interest contest.
"Oh well." I say to myself, a sigh of resignation. "I can just blast the shit out of them on the final."
"You just give it a high score, we call it an R-score, R for reward."
I get an e-mail from ChatGPT requesting that I take him on as a PhD student.