March 12th, 2004


The return of The Friday Five (

1. What was the last song you heard? "Pretty Green Eyes" by Ultrabeat

2. What were the last two movies you saw? "The Passion of the Christ". "The Return of the King".

3. What were the last three things you purchased? Pizza. Groceries. Twenty personal training sessions at my gym.

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Clean my apartment. Empty my in-basket. Send my niece her birthday present. Get hiber working on amsu.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to? A coworker (AlexG). A coworker. (BrianS) Another coworker. (MikeD) Yet another coworker. (TerryK) And, surprise, another coworker (WillB).

A math proof that anyone can follow.

One of the oldest and best known theorems in the history of mathmatical reasoning is that there are an infinite number of primes numbers. It was first known to have been proved by Euclid himself.

I just saw what has to be the shortest, most succenct, most easily understood "plain language" formulation of Euclid's proof, ever. With not an equation or piece of scary notation in sight.

Here it is:

"Assume there's a largest prime, multiply them all together, add one, you lose.""

Q. E. freaking-D.

My Day. No gym, no joy, no success, a total waste of a week.

(I've been whining a lot the last few days. This is more of the same.)

So I couldn't go to sleep last night. All that work the week before to turn into a morning person, and lo, I'm again a night person. (And yes, wyckhurst, I've been trying melatonin.)

Knowing that I was going to be sleepshort, and that I was going over to Our Partners at 9am with several coworkers, I set my alarm to wake me at 8am. Usually I just rely on my natural wakeup rhythm, which is usually pretty good, so long as I'm not too short. Hearing it go off, was... unpleasant, and I had several minutes of very very odd "non-sensory" "hallucinations" as my brain put itself together and booted up to the "wake state" run level.

Just as I got to work, the group I was going to go with was already in the parking lot about to leave. It turns out that I wasn't to go after all. This I learn, after I've peeled out of bed, and after I've canceled gym today. Grumble.

After over six hours beating on the task du jour, a round of emails about it circulated, and it turns out I've spent the past week.... WORKING ON THE WRONG THING!!! A really lousy (but understandable in retrospect) communications disconnect happened.

Mark look dumb. And this is Bad, it's just a few weeks to annual reviews.

I'm going to go home and take a bath.

And then maybe I'll go out and soak. No wait, I can't, no singles after 6pm.
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