So sitting in quiet contemplation of two-constraint Lagrangian functions today, i notice that my favorite wall of graffitti has been painted over with a fresh coat of paint. Over which i guess people will start drawing and writing again, just as a blank canvas is inexorably filled with the sketches of artists. Artists who favour a variation of talents in variations of "fuck", "for a good time call:" and the occaisional haiku. Which just means the cycle will repeat itself; an endless race between young bright college students and the administration which wants to keep the walls (and the uni's reputation) clean.
So after a few coats of paint, we'll have a sort of paint/writing/paint/writing/paint/writing layer, which reminded me of the fresco paintings in Istanbul's Hagia Sophia which were covered over by Islamic motifs and words, and are now being uncovered. Maybe one day in the future when all the walls crumble, a future archaeologist will pop by and try to decipher those magic numbers which seem to give people a good time.
I didn't eventually solve that Lagrangian of course, but it didn't matter because after handing it up the teacher sent around an email saying sorry but that wasn't on the syllabus and he didn't know why he set it. I guess it really is a better policy to just skip questions you don't know how to do.
Friday, March 03, 2006
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