Polychrome love
Love is love. Continue reading Polychrome love
Love is love. Continue reading Polychrome love
Spinning, weaving, and politics. Continue reading Dead easy
Tygers and tigers. Continue reading Fearful symmetry
„Tender is the ghost / The ghost I love the most / Hiding from the sun / Waiting for the night to come.” Continue reading On the smooth wind to realms of wonderment
From panpipe to flute. Continue reading From Syrinx to panpipe
We have a new advocate, Dr. Bucephalus. There is little in his appearance to remind you that he was once Alexander of Macedon’s battle charger. Of course, if you know his story, you are aware of something. Continue reading The new advocate
Without Euclid, boys, mathematics would be a poor doddering thing. Without Euclid we wouldn’t be able to go from here to there. Without Euclid the bicycle would have no wheel. Without Euclid St. Joseph could not have been a carpenter for carpentry is geometry and geometry is carpentry. Continue reading Euclid, geometry, idiot
Spring that’s good to the core of the wood, to the leaves of groves, spring that reawakens soil and coaxes seeds to fruitfulness. Continue reading Spring it is