| Tycho |
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Mechanical engineer, material scientist. Loves to run, play billiards, swim, and be outdoors.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2004
|e^x(dy/dx)e^x dx * cos( sec ( tan( sin(3.141592653589793584)))) *e*i*radical(pi)
| = integral Why in HELL woud I ever have to solve this expression? Seriously, what the FUCK does it have to do with real world application. NOTHING!!! Yeah, I'm procrastinating on memorizing pi to a hundred decimal places. This sucks hard, man, it really bites. And my Maple don't work. Excellent. Ok, off to work. Half a league, half a league Half a league onward. All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred "Forward the Light Brigade!" "Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the Valley of Death Rode the Six Hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew, Some one had blunder'd Theirs not to make reply Theirs not to reason why Theirs but to do and die: Into the Valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them Cannon to left of them Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd Stormed at with shot and shell Boldy they rode, and well Into the Jaws of Death Into the Mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd their sabres bare Flash'd as they turned in air Sabring the gunners there. Charging an army While all the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke, Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke: Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them, Volley'd and thunder'd: Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the Jaws of Death Back from the Mouth of Hell All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred! Yes! All of that was from memory! Well, except for a line or two in the first couple of stanzas. But I've got them down now. Next poem to be memorized? "If", by Rudyard Kipling.
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