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I found the key, lying in the grass. We've regained ground thought lost to the entropy.

whitewhale went and saw Mr. Mandelbrot, for whom is named this thing, one of the most magnificent and wonderous objects in all of Mathematics:

I essentially aced my continuum mechanics midterm. I say "essentially" because I received only 40% credit for one of the questions despite having a manifestly correct response. Among my errors were referring to the existence of complex numbers and committing the cultural faux pas of using dirac notation instead of undersquiggles. Clearly I should have listened to squarkz. I have written for redress of these grievences.

My advisor complimented me on my photo of the goodman street yard, which I have on the wall here. I ventured an explanation, that it was taken from the roof of my "other apartment." He became very confused, possibly even agitated, about why I would have such a thing as the loft. The best answer I can give is, "for fun," which was apparently not satisfactory.