Musings (mostly of science)

 A little project I made to experience local Oregon agriculture via bicycling! 

 Any other Calculus afficionados out there?  ~~ Approaching Perfection   Stepwise by approximation Like words stacked together Fewer = poetic But when slicing functions into infinitesimal portions More = precision Polar opposites Limit approaching infinity Almost. There. But always traveling.   A virtuosic symphony Is strung from motifs That flow like a cascading waterfall, Each black marking summoning a droplet, Converging into roaring thunder Or flying in a light, racing trance Reverberating Ebbing to a deep, desperate melody As the nuances of boundless notes Assemble into a masterpiece.                                                 Or a portrait, coaxed into being from delicate brushstrokes ...

 3.1415 I strike the first chord and press the pedal, anticipation reverberating throughout the auditorium. 92653 My fingers fly through a light, racing trance of notes, 58979 ebbing to a deep, desperate melody in a sublime 6 versus 7 rhythm, 32384 Like a perfect circle, requiring an inexplicable, infinite march of digits known as pi to delineate. 62643...