Forecasts rely on knowing when something will occur. Expectations are an acknowledgment of what’s likely to occur without professing insight into when it will happen.

maybe we should allow people to say they’re just not a math person, and maybe we should find ways they can still support and appreciate math without feeling like they need a Ph.D.

The exterior urban environment has unintentionally decoupled from the economy, and to spend time outdoors in these conditions is to re-establish a more direct relationship to space that normally extracts value from us at every turn.

A story about our first year, some fun numbers, and a look to what’s ahead

Because starting means imperfection. It means trying and sometimes (maybe even frequently) failing. It means sometimes re-reading your own words one day, month, year later and thinking “how in the hell did I ever think that was an acceptable sentence” and not taking that as an invitation to stop.

another thing I love about poetry: it’s ability to change meaning

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My unmothered bird, dropped from the sky like a millstone. …the swell of new growth

let the person kiss the mask instead.

A crystal sheet Below, an enormous secret lake, like gladness. and worn by thousands and thousands of other women reminds you of yourself when you are not even sure what that is Mesh of thunder above. Soon I won’t be at arm’s length.

If you think you're not an expert in something, you are probably wrong.A simple concept may convince you: I call it the ladder of expertise.Many view Experts as separate from Novices. Like Go

A blog can still stand as a separate place to develop an individual voice. But what if a blog could also exist as a Twitter account of sorts?

the current mode of team-based mathematics is a relatively new phenomenon. “Mathematics used to be a much more individual activity,” Minsky said. “Maybe in the next year or so, we’ll be back to some solo projects.”

If I had The Sads, I could pull up this list and sink down into the sensory details of, say, that strong hit of pine scent you randomly get on a hiking trail.

Yet it’s close. It feels like a new suit or sheet. You are good to everyone and you don't care. Knowing pillows of smoke and a yawn's opulence. I am happy for you. I wish you would go away. And recognize your dad, that tiny figure raking leaves. And hear me out. And hear me out. Listen. --- And recognize your dad, that tiny figure raking leaves. And hear me out. And hear me out. Listen.

It really gets to the soul of a typeface; gives a sense of how the letterforms interact with each other and the space around them.

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…the dark makes you hear the water more.

When I come across writing I like I add it to my rss reader. This is great, because later posts the author writes I will see automatically. But sometimes people have been writing for a long time and have lots of archives. I don't want it all at once; I want to get them as occasional updates. Reading their writing going backwords, getting a new post in my reader every so often, seems about right. I

And that budget? Well, it’s gotten me to this point where I can just take a moment and rest in this no-good, very bad, somewhat-neverending day.

Note: the `Color.clear` usage is a temporary workaround, since swapping it out with an EmptyView doesn’t work at the moment.

Life was not life or death. Life was life and _life_, …I had to slowly reintroduce living after a season of dying, like an astronaut’s body re-acclimating to gravity. Nothing notable happened in the six months after my mother passed away. I watched life go by and it was the sweetest thing I have ever, ever experienced. All the while, know this: you’re growing.