Come si fa a studiare gli esercizi assegnati dal professore di Statica su libri fatti con fotocopie dei suoi appunti, in cui non si distinguono le lettere le une dalle altre e i numeri sembrano tutti uguali?
(foto di Nicoline)
"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Come si fa a studiare gli esercizi assegnati dal professore di Statica su libri fatti con fotocopie dei suoi appunti, in cui non si distinguono le lettere le une dalle altre e i numeri sembrano tutti uguali?

It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings

I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was

The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind

It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings

I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was

The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind
5 Comments
heraclitus
Posted at 13:45h, 13 Julymmm… semplicemente impossibile direi…
utente anonimo
Posted at 13:49h, 13 JulyNON SI STUDIA.
Come disse il Kaiser al capo di stato maggiore britannico French:
“Ora che ha visto quant’è lunga la mia spada sentirà che è anche altrettanto tagliente”.
Ma questa è un’altra storia.
Shelidon
Posted at 14:05h, 13 Julyuff… non siete d’aiuto per niente *__^
ChiaraParanoica
Posted at 08:57h, 14 Julyio di solito faccio così.
tento di decifrare, se non ci riesco inizio ad inventare fino a quando il mio risultato non sembra qualcosa di molto simile al suo.
In tutte le prove, appunta i passaggi che la volta che lo becchi se non hai niente scritto (ri)diventa scema a ritrovare il risultato.
Shelidon
Posted at 10:23h, 14 JulyVedi che ci voleva qualcuno con un po’ di esperienza? Ok, mi darò alla statica creativa :-p
Grazie Chiara