This somewhat esoteric theorem has been used by the likes of Richard Simmons Albert Einstein to explain eyeball dissonance in a visually intriguing University setting. It's sometimes called the When Bad Things Happen To Nice Math Majors Who Really Do See Patterns And Have A Pretty Bumpin Sense Of Color theorem. To summarize, when huge infusions of joy are introduced to an otherwise grindingly grim March via the first bike ride of 2013 and I, heretofore known as The Celebrant, finds herself, nose running with a stripe of mud up her back that she doesn't know about, at the corner of Oak and Chipotle Mobile and Deranged, extreme vulnerability to tightly edited color themes ensues. To wit: red, black and white, up to and including the wazzoo. Given the cultural sanction of staring real hard at stranger's pants (Lohan, 2005), I The Celebrant nonetheless senses a wacky Korean (our math gangsta is Chinese but he does his pants buying in Korea) mashup of Lacoste and La-crazy-a. Like many Asian graphics, these defy even the most advanced diagnostic techniques but this knowledge gap does not reduce The Celebrant's enjoyment of same.
Further,
the Kitty-ian Theorem ignores background pattern, be it good (bricks up, down and sideways) or unfortunate (mildly disturbing cable that bisects this nice young man's neck). In conclusion and ergo, dude knows how to turn heads in the math style department.
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