Rumble in the Trees of Midcity Park

for-the-love-of-nutsDawn broke, dew settled, and the thinning fog revealed an army of truth function pairs, more than two hundred fifty strong.  The crows sent a messenger; they came for war, and they would not rest until mathematical logic dominated our sovereign numbers.  We formed a defensive ring, and braced for the onslaught.

The hoard came all in one wave, tearing through additive and multiplicative closure like autumn leaves, before slamming hard against the associative and commutative properties of addition and multiplication. Continue reading


How Do I Know?

1crowA month ago, I hurt my Achilles tendon.  This week the downer of not being able to run drove me to admit I was injured, and seek internet advice.  The process was time-consuming, but straight forward.  First, I searched for a remedy to my problem.  Then I used the top few results to provide new key words, and iterated.  Along the way, to cull applicants, I took liberty in judging the plausibility of each author’s recommendation based on: personal experience, the reasonability of any proposed mechanisms, the author’s credentials, how often I saw the same advice, and whether or not the author bothered to proofread.  In the end, I had a course of action I could fake myself into thinking would work.  But how could I know? Continue reading