Small baseball triangles

“Why did they put the stadium there?” you ask.

Quomodocumque

This all started when CJ asked which three baseball stadiums formed the smallest triangle.  And we agreed it had to be the Brewers, the White Sox, and the Cubs, because Milwaukee and Chicago are really close together.

But it seems like cheating to use two teams in the same city.  The most elegant way to forbid that is to ask the question one league at a time.  Which three American League parks form the smallest triangle?  And what about the National League?

First of all, what does “smallest” mean?  There are lots of choices, but (perhaps inspired by the summer we played a lot of Ingress) we asked for the triangle with the smallest area.  Which means you don’t just want the parks to be close together, you want them to be almost collinear!

I asked on Twitter and got lots of proposed answers.  But it wasn’t obvious to…

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No Accomplishment Is Your Own

I pay for my own housing, but I see no reason why anyone should care about that.

Don't Shake the Flask

So, I recently came across this tweet on my Twitter timeline. It caused some outrage and controversy. So I went on this person’s profile page to figure out if I could get any context from the rest of the tweets. Unfortunately, I failed on that part. All I could figure out was that this person is a writer and a comedian and they went to Harvard at some point. Considering that this person makes a living in trying to be funny, I wasn’t sure if this tweet was a serious statement or her trying to be funny. Maybe it was both. Since I’m not sure what her intent was, I sort of find it as a failure on her part as a writer to try to convey her true intent.

Anyways, the replies to that tweet fell into two camps: 1) People who assumed that the author of the tweet…

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Never, ever kiss the girl

A social-justice worrier has her BVDs knotted because the Princeton men’s a cappella singers, the Tigertones, keep singing “Kiss the Girl” without her consent:

No matter how “great the tradition,” this canonical Tigertones tune should be struck from their repertoire. Its lyrics raise some serious issues. The premise of the song, originally sung in the Disney film The Little Mermaid, is that the male Prince Eric, on a date with the beautiful female Ariel, should kiss her without asking for a single word to affirm her consent. Despite the fact that an evil sea-witch cursed Ariel’s voice away, making verbal consent impossible, the song is clearly problematic from the get-go.

I can see where this girl is headed: thirty-one instead of twenty-nine.

Says Fausta:

It angers me that a natural impulse to kiss an attractive member of the opposite sex is condemned as “toxic masculinity,” a sophomoric opinion coming from an actual sophomore who, by doing so, is engaging in toxic feminism … with the support of the University.

Most of all, I grieve over the sad barren emotional lives of the young SJW generation. Very, very few experiences in life are as great as a welcome passionate kiss from the guy, especially if it’s unexpected. Denying yourself a rich emotional experience under the guise of … what? … a neopuritanical rejection of the “romantic and sexual liberties taken by men” is not only what Rosalind Russell must have had in mind when she said, “Yes! Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!”

There are people who prefer kale to a bacon cheeseburger. It’s pretty much useless to try to change their minds.

Everybody’s heard about the bird

In fact, it’s a virtual certainty that you’ve seen one:

House sparrows are everywhere humans are. But despite their suggestive species name, Passer domesticus, they aren’t officially domesticated. The bold, tiny, gray-and-brown birds are found on every continent except Antarctica, hopping around cities, pecking at leftover food on sidewalks, and sometimes chasing away native bird species. A new study suggests how these ubiquitous avians have adapted to living alongside humans: The evolutionary process of natural selection may have favored genetic changes that altered their skull shape and allowed them to digest starch — similar to domesticated animals like dogs.

So that’s what happened to that corn dog you dropped by the curb.

10 Scare Tactics Affiliate Bloggers Use About WordPress Dot Com

No one has attempted to scare me off WordPress.com; it’s not my primary site, but it has its uses, and I would not consider giving it up no matter what goofy stories I am told. If someone’s tried to scare you off, you should read what Ms Peters has to say.

Elena Peters | Midlife Blogger

I love blogging. And I don’t care what platform your blog lives on, if you are a blogger, I like you. You are a special person. That is why, if you are currently hosted on a free platform, I feel the need to defend you and your decision to blog where you choose to blog.

If your current platform does not work for you anymore, that is different. And if that is the case, I want you to make an informed decision about where and why you should move to self-hosting. But please do not purchase a self-hosting package based on fear articles that hold very little truth or understanding of your own personal circumstances.

You may want to read this: 7 Scary Truths About Going Self-Hosted You Need To Know

Everyday I see in Facebook groups, some innocent blogger ask a legitimate blogging question only to be pounced on…

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Milestone approaching

It’s been almost a quarter-century since I was thirty-nine, same age as hometown homie Jack Benny, but I remember spending a lot of time thinking about being forty. So I can still appreciate this observation by Shailaja V:

When I make up my mind to learn something, I go all in. It’s almost as if this ‘learning demon’ possesses me and I fill myself to the brim with everything possible. Don’t worry, it’s a harmless creature.

I am not known for going all in. Still, at the age of 42 I got this insane idea that I ought to have my own little section of the World Wide Web, which barely existed the year I was 39. And, demonically enough, I still have it.