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Hi everyone! Here is a low-maintenance way to keep an eye on some things I'm doing in my life. Here's the history to the name of the blog: At the Department of Mathematics' Commencement Ceremony, it is a tradition for students to write his or her "Future Plans" and have this be read aloud while he or she walks across the stage. Partly because I prefer(red? I am starting this blog) a little anonymity and partly because I cherish a good joke, I enlisted the help of a most-poetic friend to help me come up with a playful "Future Plan." During Spring Break, we wrote potential words on Post-Its and came up with this haiku: Trav'ling whisperer: Lacking sound...waning silence Yearning to claim seas Have a haiku to share? Post it in the comments below! Thank you for reading! Samantha
Have you played with fire before? How about colored fire ? I was literally marveling at its beauty for 30 minutes straight (see beautiful pics below)! The natural color of a fire is partly determined by its black-body radiation level (a red flame is cooler than an orange flame is cooler than a yellow flame is cooler than a white flame). Using chemicals, we can change the atomic emission spectra of soot and gas to change the colors of the fire we see (ref: popsci , wiki - colored fire , wiki - black-body radiation ).
"And why did they nail his feet and hands? His love would have held them there." "Why?" by Michael Card & John Michael Talbot The melody and singing sound really medieval and so I'm not a huge fan of those aspects - but, I do like the lyrics. Here they are below: Why did it have to be a friend who chose to betray the Lord? And why did He use a kiss to show them, that’s not what a kiss is for Only a friend can betray a friend, a stranger has nothing to gain And only a friend comes close enough to ever cause so much pain And why did there have to be a thorny crown pressed upon His head It should have been a royal one made of jewels and gold instead It had to be a crown of thorns, because in this life that we live All who would seek to love, a thorn is all that this world can give And why did it have to be a heavy cross he was made to bear And why did they nail His feet and hands, His love would have held them there It was a cross, for upon a cro...
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