Monday, May 29, 2017

still late may 2017

Mathgirls,

I saw this:
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/what-its-like-audition-juilliard-when-youre-11-penelope-trunk

It is a roadmap for preparing you both for success.

I know you aren't trying to go to Juilliard, but you want to do something.  You are trying to go somewhere worth going, and that means it is hard.  You want to succeed.

I think we can learn something here.  If we just said "read this article" I think you might miss the point. I think we might have to take up music and drive you crazy, or dance or something.  Something.

Another experiment for the queue: test you to find the forum to practice the disciplines here.  Give you a way to learn this excellence.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

mid-april 2017

Hello Mathgirls.  I love you.

Older mathgirl, from now on known as "mini", you have discovered Harry Potter.  It has a frenzy and unpredictability without strain required on your part that seems to be impacting your neuroplasticity in a manner similar to how the internet detracts from the ability of young people to think hard, or research well and that drives the open office paradigm in business.   You have started weeping more at things that never triggered it etcetera.  I'm not sure this is the forum to enumerate the impact, but I think that this book and this book are very important for your future, and I intend to see that you absorb their content.

Mini, you found a temporary tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt and put it on your forehead.

Younger mathgirl, from now on known as "micro", you were sick, but are feeling better.  You have discuvered that you are the "cutest".  I'm not sure how healthy that it.  Perhaps it is a phase.  Age should cure you.

End of May - 2017

Hello Girlies,

It is the end of May and I have wanted to post a few times.  I come on here, and see the weight of the old posts, and it stops me. It stopped me.  This time I knew what I wanted to say, so I just went straight to posting without reading the old stuff.  I wrote this, then published it, then published my half-written draft, then edited this and published it.  Phew. 

We have another kitty.  They keep coming to us.  There is an older grandma a few doors down who must own a dozen cats.  I can't imagine feeding, spaying, and litter for them.  A couple of times per year we see kittens wandering around outdoors.  In 2009, when I worked for a year in Portland and Micah and Moriah were lonely they had "Maow", so named because of the noise he made, come to the back door and they took him in.  A few years later they took in another baby kitty, "snowball".  Maow got renamed "sunset".

Now we have a dark kitty.  He.  She?  It was hiding under the toyota, and when I started the car there was a tiny meow of terror and it ran hard into the bushes.  You girlies heard about it and looked through brambles and bushes and found her ... it ... about 30 yards into the neighbors yard, up some dense conifers.  With offers of turkey and time, and patience you got it out of the tree, and it is now in our mudroom.  For desert folks, a mudroom is like a coat-room/porch thing because it really really rains a lot and there is lots of mud.  You need a room to take your stuff off so you don't track the mud into the house.  It is called a mudroom.  I hear the musical voices of my girlies coming from there dealing with the drama of a scared, baby kitty.

Big mathgirl, you want to call it "Nox" because it looks like the night.  I'm going to vote for Imbrium, or something.