I called someone a crazy cat and I firmly believe this is someone else's fault

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I called someone a crazy cat and I firmly believe this is someone else's fault
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From one simple problem about coloring maps– a problem with hardly any relevance to actual cartographers– came over a century’s worth of passion from mathematicians and philosophers alike. They built on each others’ discoveries and inspired each other to keep searching. It took every single new idea and piece of technology up until the moment it was finally solved in order to conquer, all for a theorem with next to no practical application.
Mathematics is not worthwhile only insofar as its use in solving real-world problems. The story of the four-color theorem is a story not of necessity, but of desire. It is a story of the way that the fundamental human drive to understand can tie people together across time. De Morgan’s peers were not interested in the four-color theorem, but Kempe was. Heawood was. Wernicke, Birkhoff, Heesch, Haken, Appel, and dozens of other mathematicians who devoted their time to solving this puzzle, were all interested. There was no competition, nor any prize to be won, from solving the four-color problem. This century of work was motivated by people who wanted it. Mathematics is, above all else, a tapestry woven from the stories of people like them.
“you work in tech, arent you worried about AI stealing your job?” if AI demolishes webdev, i will give it a medal. anyway im a computer engineer and since the AI does not have actual hands to plug physical wires into physical holes i am not particularly concerned. viva la engineering get wrecked CS
rip foucault's "the woman, the mother, and the hysteric" and "the perverse" because you know i would've read those and posted about them on tumblr dot com if he had the chance to write them
i have 12 pages left of foucault's history of sexuality and each one is going to feel like one of my nails is being yanked out but once it's over i'll be like cool i know more and can have new thoughts now. so i press on