> That's to say, if you weren't a mathematician when you started, you will be when you finish.

The concept of a sheaf was conceived in the German camp for prisoners of war called Oflag XVII where French officers taken captive during the fighting in France in the spring 1940 were imprisoned.

Among them was the mathematician and lieutenant Jean Leray. In the camp he gave a course in algebraic topology (!!) during which he introduced some version of the theory of sheaves.

https://www.uio.no/studier/emner/matnat/math/MAT4215/v15/notes1.pdf

ночные изыскания

я машина по переработке здоровья сердечной мышцы в изучение теории категорий

we regret to inform you that your abstract was not selected for the conference.

Честно сказать, сомневаюсь, что это хоть кто то оценит, но тем не менее

Спустя два часа я нашел и это выступление в очень редком сборние "Музыка поэзии" Сильвестрова, которого нет нигде

там куча произведений Сильвестрова начиная от стихов Ахматовой и заканчивая Пушкиным

(кто хочет оценить альбом, пишите в лс)

земля пухом

https://dailynous.com/2024/04/19/daniel-dennett-death-1942-2024/

охуеть, меня взяли на

https://events.illc.uva.nl/CiE/CiE2024/Main/

я теперь теоретикал компьютер сайнтист

теперь надо делать ревизию папиры

There Lacan was striding and talking to the forest of microphones; behind him was a blackboard on which was written: “The essence of psychoanalytic theory is a discourse without words.” Precisely as I entered the room, Lacan launched into a disquisition about mustard pots, or to be precise, the mustard pot, l’pot d’moutard’. His delivery was irregular, forceful, oracular. The first sentences that I managed to jot down despite my postprandial stupor are the following:

This pot, I called it a mustard pot in order to remark that far from necessarily containing any, it is precisely because it is empty that it takes on its value as a mustard pot. Namely that it is because the word “mustard” is written on it, while “mustard” means here “must tardy be” [moult me tarde], for indeed this pot will have to tarry before it reaches its eternal life as pot, a life that begins only when this pot has a hole. Because it is in this form that throughout the ages we find it in excavation sites when we search tombs for something that will bear witness to us about the state of a civilization.

Here I was, facing an aging performance artist (Lacan was sixty-seven then) whose very garb had something of the cabaret comedian’s outfit, with a dandiacal Mao costume, a strange shirt, and the most tortured elocution one could imagine, broken by sighs, wheezes, and sniggers, at times slowing down to a meditative halt, at times speeding up to culminate in a punning one-liner. Curiously, he was being listened to in utmost silence by an audience intent on not missing one word.

I did not not know that Lacan came from a dynasty of vinegar makers and that one of their specialties was fine mustard. Much later, I found out that Lacan had punned not only on mustard and vinegar but also on the broader conceptual category of “condiment,” a word he would always use with the demonstrative ce, thus uttering “ce condiment,” a phrase which could be heard as ce qu’on dit ment: what one says is lying, we only say lies.

два года прошло, а желания все те же

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWjbkg8aNq0

> I was in a bar in Florida and they had an empty piano sitting there. In walked a very large Russian guy speaking broken English and he asked the bartender if he could play the piano. He started playing popular show tunes and no one was really paying attention to him . He seen me looking at him and he said to me what would you like to hear and I said I'm sure you don't know the music that I like and he replied try me. I said Radiohead. He started with this song, Daydreaming, and played about 10 songs by Radiohead before he left. I asked the bartender who he was and he said I have no idea I've never seen him before. It was great almost like a ghost walked in played Radiohead and then disappeared. It was an interesting night that I enjoyed immensely.