No, not propaganda of a bastard domestic beer, which is becoming more advertising and less beer ... It is the memory they wish to give in today and that chances of the Internet, publishes new tomorrow Thursday 3 (server crashed in Buenos Aires). On the day of the date, on the turn that goes from 20th 22hs in the Teacher Education Center I reunited with my ominous past. The terror of children and adolescents, Mathematics, came in the form of a kindly old lady, round glasses, a face not without tenderness of childhood history and average height. With its friendly and persuasive voice release three or four small leaves photocopied several tens of years the noble art of digital torture in each of us. Actually I was not panicking, at least not as much as my very young classmates who changed color and almost merges with the white walls. This white abhorrent as Borges reminds us of the Hospitals.
In those cases of fate I got to the first question, which obviously do not know how to answer. After nearly two decades working with programming in C, C + +, Visual Objects, Bash scripts, and other complexities of abstract, binary and hexadecimal I could not say what the hell is a damn polimonio. The secret humiliation of being an accomplished "turnip" was made public, thanks to God the hidden terror of others my own amazement.
The business lady and teacher, perhaps accustomed to these shows that border between contrition and attrition (as one is forced to respond to no longer feel miserable or guilty or both) kept going and distributed its load of benefits and mathematical concepts with the rest of the murga present.
After a while, and then to understand that the pace was melted down runaway locomotive subject to the overriding need to travel 10 or more years of mathematics teaching in less than four weeks, the calm did not return to the other but to my puzzled existence. Problems plagued our souls restless as the autumn breeze etc etc. Ie mathematical problems. Why ordered polimonios decomposition of dead sounds like something secret or atrocities when there is more than just a breakdown of units, tens, hundreds or powers of 10 to the N to say it is ten, a hundred or a thousand? Why is the relative value of an insidious numerajo just saying N is only about ten of thousands or hundreds of millions and not a serious threat to our intellectual integrity? By what power of the soul abstract Hegelian, John is a damn more than 295 figurines Peter has 126 unless Magoya and Satan also has their little souls eternal school picture, the figure reveals the secret of how more than elementary? If Mephistopheles valid claim, would not ask women (and me too complicated), no money (never reached), less a decent connection to the Internet (we know that is an impossibility), I would ask you just give me the understanding to cope with my heavy karma existential embarrassment of believing that math is impossible or difficult. It is not, is so simple in its essence and in its perfection the embarrassment I feel is not for today is 30 years ago.
If eternal, idyllic farm where nature is lavish and there are the petty squabbles of our miserable lives, they harvested 25,746 bushels of pears, oranges 34,276, and 17,279 of apples (do not do well around here) How many kg of fruits were harvested in total? How many more of other fruit and the more than one third with respect to the first? The complex and intricate patterns of John and Peter, apples and pears me back to a childhood that could not remember that I thought lost forever. And it was not. In a point I find myself as a child trying to understand the essence of God. Jews were right that created the Cabala, transfiguring them the numbers and letters recreated the Creator (and also the Golem) for what is ultimately the Cabala but a curious set of mathematical literature without vowels or punctuation separation?
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In those cases of fate I got to the first question, which obviously do not know how to answer. After nearly two decades working with programming in C, C + +, Visual Objects, Bash scripts, and other complexities of abstract, binary and hexadecimal I could not say what the hell is a damn polimonio. The secret humiliation of being an accomplished "turnip" was made public, thanks to God the hidden terror of others my own amazement.
The business lady and teacher, perhaps accustomed to these shows that border between contrition and attrition (as one is forced to respond to no longer feel miserable or guilty or both) kept going and distributed its load of benefits and mathematical concepts with the rest of the murga present.
After a while, and then to understand that the pace was melted down runaway locomotive subject to the overriding need to travel 10 or more years of mathematics teaching in less than four weeks, the calm did not return to the other but to my puzzled existence. Problems plagued our souls restless as the autumn breeze etc etc. Ie mathematical problems. Why ordered polimonios decomposition of dead sounds like something secret or atrocities when there is more than just a breakdown of units, tens, hundreds or powers of 10 to the N to say it is ten, a hundred or a thousand? Why is the relative value of an insidious numerajo just saying N is only about ten of thousands or hundreds of millions and not a serious threat to our intellectual integrity? By what power of the soul abstract Hegelian, John is a damn more than 295 figurines Peter has 126 unless Magoya and Satan also has their little souls eternal school picture, the figure reveals the secret of how more than elementary? If Mephistopheles valid claim, would not ask women (and me too complicated), no money (never reached), less a decent connection to the Internet (we know that is an impossibility), I would ask you just give me the understanding to cope with my heavy karma existential embarrassment of believing that math is impossible or difficult. It is not, is so simple in its essence and in its perfection the embarrassment I feel is not for today is 30 years ago.
If eternal, idyllic farm where nature is lavish and there are the petty squabbles of our miserable lives, they harvested 25,746 bushels of pears, oranges 34,276, and 17,279 of apples (do not do well around here) How many kg of fruits were harvested in total? How many more of other fruit and the more than one third with respect to the first? The complex and intricate patterns of John and Peter, apples and pears me back to a childhood that could not remember that I thought lost forever. And it was not. In a point I find myself as a child trying to understand the essence of God. Jews were right that created the Cabala, transfiguring them the numbers and letters recreated the Creator (and also the Golem) for what is ultimately the Cabala but a curious set of mathematical literature without vowels or punctuation separation?
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And find the peace that is only when our heart is discovered to our wear. The answer is not the say, you pull it out.
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