An allegory on the alchemy of algebraic anarchy.

Math is a tool we use in our daily life. Amazing the possibilities.

It dawns…

Adam wins a scholarship.

Revenge on grumpy teacher, education in old way.

Just some thoughts on how my day went.

In 1985, I squeaked through algebra, and have studiously avoided math classes every since. I’m paying for that avoidance.

What does math mean to you?

Quick Science Fiction romp that asks "What would happen if the missing mass of the universe were found?"

The subject that everyone learns in school, read the poem and tell me what you think.