The mystery of the Death Race: the incompatibility of Death Metal and the cycling world
Thursday, July 19, 2012
I'm Feeling Younger, It's Better Than Wiser.
I was going to write a post about Goedel today and how be became so paranoid about being poisoned, that he ceased eating anything not made by his wife. A bit later, he stopped trusting even his wife. He died weighing thirty kilos.
Which, you know, makes you wonder what other mathematical theories and problems he might have come up with, if he'd only learnt to cook himself an omelette.