Marquicey - The Way You Are

When a series is long and your books don’t match. Also, if you haven’t checked out this series yet, you’re going to want to. Just read that cover blurb.

Bleak

Music trivia!

Okay so it seems like people will call any mallet percussion instrument a xylophone and I’m here to teach you shit.

This is a xylophone. The wood part is thick and it’s high pitched.

This is a marimba. It’s huge and expensive. No like a small one costs over $4,000 (3186.20 euros). The key things are really long and thin.

Now do you see this beautiful instrument? This is called the vibraphone motherfuckers. Or just the vibes. Anyways it sounds amazing. I could marry the sound. Basically, it;s made of metal and you have a pedal to stop it from ringing too long.

This is the glockenphejksdfjkl. I have no idea how to spell it, so lets just call it the orchestral bells. If you hit this shit too loud it can burst your eardrums. 

These are a joke.

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I believe in you!

Everyone has a chance, but I believe in you.

Gifarti Grafiti

Age, you will catch up to your parents!

Okay - math - right?

If your mom was 20 when she bore you, you are 20 years younger than your mom. Right when you were born, she was like infinity times older than you. But then when you are 10, she is now 30. And she is only 3 times older than you. Then 10 years later you are 20, and she is 40, she is only 2 times older than you. Which means while you are always 20 years apart, you are actually decreasing the age gap.

When you are 30 she is 50 = 5/3rds

When you are 40 she is 60 = 1.5

When you are 50 she is 70 = 7/5ths

When you are 100 she is 120= 1.2

When you return to dust and fossils at 1000 she is 1020 = 1.02

Which means you’ll always be 20 years apart, but the percentage of difference is a horizontal asymptote at 1. Epiphany.

Math Is Beautiful!

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Me, a disgraced academic turned farmer, surveying my crops: Finally… I am out standing in my field