Despite the fact that I know that it’s all been done, that they’re all trite contrivances doomed to failure, I still find myself making photos out walking in the street. I suppose that’s a sign I’m doing something right? <div class=”center”> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/from_the_streets,_yo/460/0001.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/from_the_streets,_yo/460/0002.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/from_the_streets,_yo/460/0003.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/from_the_streets,_yo/460/0004.jpg’ /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2014-03-04T06:06:14Z GMT
I was this close to putting this in black and white, but that red exit sign makes it. <div class=”center”> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/one_spot_of_color/461/0001.jpg’ /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2014-03-02T18:00:42Z GMT
I don’t know why the word ‘floffee’ came to describe the coffee runs we make in the afternoon, or why there’s an l in there. Fletch, who coined the term, claims it means “fancy coffee,” because we’ve been going to this tiny hole in the wall on maiden lane instead of the pete’s down on mission. Anyway, there’s a natural lull in the day, when the food from lunch is really solidly digesting, and 6pm (my office is 9-6, don’t get me started) seems like forever from now, so we generally get up and stretch at least, and usually someone will suggest coffee, and the rest of us will say hells yeah. We come out of the mental fog for a couple minutes, and then back to work. <div class=”center”> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/floffee_runs/462/0001.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/floffee_runs/462/0002.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/floffee_runs/462/0003.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/floffee_runs/462/0004.jpg’ /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2014-02-28T06:27:58Z GMT
A sizable portion of this blogs readers come here just for cute photos of my wife. Who am I to argue? <div class=”center”> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/sophie_being_cute/463/0001.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/sophie_being_cute/463/0002.jpg’ /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2014-02-27T15:18:37Z GMT
The mathematician “Paul Erdős”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Erd%C5%91s had a saying: when he came across a particularly beautiful proof, he’d say “That’s one from the book,” meaning the book that God kept all the best proofs in. bq. Although an agnostic atheist, he spoke of “The Book”, a visualization of a book in which God had written down the best and most elegant proofs for mathematical theorems. Lecturing in 1985 he said, “You don’t have to believe in God, but you should believe in The Book.” He was really a fascinating fellow; really, go read the “wikipedia page”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Erd%C5%91s about him. Fun fact: if Hank Aaron has an Erdos number of 1 because of a signed baseball, mine is four, because of a project I owned, and passed on to an academic. The book I’m talking about, though, is just the one I’m meant to be working on. In a world filled with wonders like Erdos numbers and cloudy skies and busy life all around, is it any wonder I get distracted? <div class=”center”> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/not_photos_from_the_book/464/0001.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/not_photos_from_the_book/464/0002.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/not_photos_from_the_book/464/0003.jpg’ /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2014-02-27T07:04:05Z GMT
