Polynomials, Grammar and Love
My friend hud_callahan is taking a math class this summer so that he can teach eighth grade math next year, and he keeps mentioning polynomials in his excitement. His latest blog entry reminded me that Ben likes to use this phrase when I correct his uncaring grammatical structures and/or pronunciation:
"You say tomato, I say fourth degree polynomials."
How, you ask, did a computer engineer and an English major ever come together in a relationship that resulted in marriage and even occasional happiness? Especially given that the English major now enjoys creative employment in the field of Marketing (the arch-nemesis of engineers, according to Dilbert)?
Well, somehow we make it work. Nothing matters when we're dancing, according to one of my favorite musical creations of all time--69 Love Songs by the Magnetic Fields.
Not that we dance that often, but I suppose dancing could be taken metaphorically. Hee hee.
Lyrics from "Nothing Matters When We're Dancing" by the Magnetic Fields reprinted with adoration but without permission:
Dance with me my old friend once before we go
Let's pretend this song won't end and we never have to go home and we'll
dance among the chandeliers
And nothing matters when we're
dancing
In tat or tatters you're entrancing
Be we in Paris
or in Lansing
Nothing matters when we're dancing
You've never been
more beautiful your eyes like two full moons than here in this
poor old dancehall among the dreadful tunes the awful songs
we don't even hear...
