“How do the beeeeeees do it?” Thalia scowled and scratched at her hairline. “Geometry is for nature — not muses!” “Stretching — evolving.” Nia dug through the drawer in search of a ruler. “We’ve made our point Urania… We don’t need the ruler.” Calliope glowed with a tiny light of accomplishment. Today the group found the New York Time’s
George Carlin: “Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural?” 😁
I have not used geometry since... yesterday, when I applied bisecting a scalene triangle to a shared food item. 😊
Alas, the food item in question was a scone, which refused to slice cleanly, but the principles, IMHO, were entirely sound. 😇
Ahh... Geometry, my former lover! Intellectually speaking of course. In high school, the trifecta of Algebra, Geometry, and Trigonometry easily processed in my noggin. Seemed almost like a new language? I helped classmates in their learning curves with the language...
I imagined Cal today quietly ruminating, “To bee or not to bee? That is the question.” In the end there was one honey of a result! 🙃 Psst! Nia? I still have some drawing triangles from my graphics classes, a while back. A 30-60° and a 45° version. Edges of my engineer’s scale are somewhat nick-free so that’s able to be a straight edge, too. We could have language classes!
What about Universal languages, however? The language of love? I’ve seen a number of pictures and short videos recently exploring love across animal species and between animals and humans. Animals remembering former caregivers even after long separations.
John Lennon: “Let it bee, let it bee, let it bee, let it bee. Speaking words of wisdom, let it bee.” A nick here and a nick there. Sorry, John. Still grateful for the entirety of the Universe! And 3MM.