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During the night and through and after dawn         
(angling west), snow.  Miniature flakes.  It
was heaviest around 8:20, and by 8:45 almost
imperceptible.                                
                                               
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This is the last day-date-only title.               
                                             
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Another minimal song lyric is arriving.               
                                             
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All my heuristic math projects are in what was   
Salchert's Weblog (Sprintedon Hollow) and now  
is Sprintedon Migrasaurus.  Don't know when,   
or even if, I will be posting more.  In 1994 in
Gainesville, Florida, I had a Kinko's store help
me put together ten copies of a hand-written  
work of nearly 600 pages: Meanderings of an   
Amateur Mathematician.  Fermat's Last Theorem  
was the focus of it.  Convinced there was a      
geometrical proof, I began to seriously toy     
with it when I was in the Iowa MFA Program  
(1965-1967), but I soon/ set it aside.  The  
mathematician now credited with proving that  
Fermat was right/ secretly forged on, driven
by his childhood dream.  At heart, what drives
me is a need to accomplish more than any in     
my immediate family's prior generation.  So   
far I am failing admirably.  One does what   
one can.  I do what I cannot.  For several   
years I maintained a site at ThirdAge.  In it
was a project: Number Theory Investigations.
That project has not yet been placed online   
again.  Uncertain about it.  I do know that 
someone made/ ten copies of it.                 
                                                
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I am not your usual blogger.  I am not your   
usual human.  Just had another dozing dream.
In it I lift a rug and two roaches scurry to
a different hiding place.  Why is it I drop  
into REM sleep so quickly?  Why is it these  
dreams are consistently weird?  I have an 
unexplainable fascination with Saturn's    
Titan moon.  A playlet I wrote/ orbits it.
                                              
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.1:21 -- Barely visible snow still.      
May have mentioned this, but because I   
have 6 posts of my old Tripod Brian's 
Brain log in this blog/ I will be posting 
the remainder of it in this blog.                           
                                                
                                                   
                                                
                                              
                                               
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