Posted on 05/04/2006 7:03:56 AM PDT by blueminnesota
Hey, Mary Matalyn married James Carville. That's about as down as you can get.
Muleteam1
Once upon a time (1/t) pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the boundary of a singularly large matrix. Now Polly was convergent, and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she must never, ever enter such an array without her brackets on. Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the basis that it was insufficient, and made her way in amongst the complex elements.
Rows and columns closed in on her from all sides. Tangents approached her surface, and she became tenser and tenser. Quite suddenly, two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, became unstable, lost all sense of directrix, tripped over a square root that was protruding from the erf, and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. She was completely divergent by the time she reached the turning point. When she rounded off once more, she found herself inverted, apparently alone in a non-euclidean space.
She was being watched, however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear coordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. He wondered, was she convergent? He decided to integrate improperly at once.
Hearing a common fraction behind her, Polly rotated and saw Curly Pi approaching with his lower series extended. She could see at once his degenerate conic and his dissipative terms, and knew he was irrational. "Arcsinh!" she gasped.
"Hey, what's your sine?" he asked. "What a symmetric set of asymptotes you have!"
"Stay away from me!" she protested. "I haven't got any brackets on!"
"Calm yourself, my dear!" said the smooth operator.. "Your fears are purely imaginary."
"i, i, ..." she thought, "Perhaps he's not normal, but homologous."
"What order are you?" the brute suddenly demanded.
"Seventeen," replied Polly.
Curly leered, "I suppose you've never been operated upon?"
"Of course not. I'm absolutely convergent!" Polly replied quite properly.
"Come on," said Curly: "Let's go to decimal place I know of, and I'll take you to the limit."
"Never!" gasped Polly..
"Abscissa!" he swore a violent oath. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her significant places, and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor Polly Nomial! The algorithm method was now her only hope. She felt him approaching her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever. There was no mercy; Curly was a heavy side operator. His radius squared itself and Polly's loci quivered. He integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. After he cofactored, he performed Runge-Kutta on her. He even went all the way around and did a contour integration. Curly went on operating until he satisfied her hypotheses, then he exponentiated and became completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated in several places. But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly's denominator increased monotonically. Finally, they took her to L'Hopital and generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the place and drove Polly to deviation.
The moral of this tale is: "If you want to keep your expressions convergent, never allow them a single degree of freedom."
Now that's what I call getting your Mathematical Pundamentals right.
What's that old song, "If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, make a ugly woman your wife..." My how things have changed.
Muleteam1
Sounds like my ex, who is now with a wimpy little doormat who does everything she tells him to. Me being 6' 3" and athletic, with a good job, was just too much for her to get a handle on I guess. The best part is she's bored and miserable with him, but she made her bed.
You must be a 70 years old hermit.
Talk to kids who go to University of Maryland or any of the state colleges and ask them about the "social" life. Or go to campus dirt , register, and type in any state university (almost every college will do, actually) and check out the social life. ..
Thomas Wolfe is EXACTLY right about the campus culture. It's Nero's Rome at most campuses and men aren't interested in getting married and neither are most women, many of whom spend a lot of time slutting around. Almost nobody dates.
You should either get out more, read more, or shut up about that which you know nothing.
Boteach....where have I seen that name before?
very nice.
So how was the social life? Get a lot of hook ups? And if not you , how about your friends? Did you have any friends? Did you live off campus? Sounds like you dont get out much.
For the risibility factor?
This is one of the dumbest, least-informed things I've read in a while. This guy doesn't have a clue.
Yeah, it's all men's fault, they're the sex starved maniacs, women are so chaste and pure. They would never get involved with something like Girls Gone Wild unless men forced them to.
Woman with weak self esteem act slutty. Is this a new concept for you?
Do you get out much?
I take it you have not seen how men behave on a college campus recently.
But I always find foreign views of USA interesting. Jerusalem Post is Israel's conservative paper, you know. As opposed to Haaretz.
So you really think women are inferior to men in every way? I'm sorry, bu this view seems to me as lopsided as that of the feminazis. Just on the opposit side.
I know anecdotal information doesn't prove anything, but I married up. In almost every way.
You're right, but overstating it. The decision to indulge in a sexual dalliance doesn't have much to do with a lack of character, but has much more to do with opportunity. A man or woman of character can fall to temptation (or the promise of easy, uncomplicated sex) if they make the calculation that the indulgence can be completely separated from their life and won't harm their primary relationship.
I see this mistake a lot when people talk about cheating or adultery. The character part comes in by not putting oneself in the situation where you will have a real opportunity to cheat. Once someone has put themselves where the opportunity presents itself, the dynamic is very different.
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