h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Triangles, triangles have many meanings
Some are sharp, sweet, and fleeting
Others are harsh and hard and bitter
Just making up a romantic litter

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo
Who is friend and who is foe?
Sine and cosine, alpha, beta
Who is right and who is theta?

Can you know when the caterpillars are in bloom
According to the square root of a radian?
Or is it the bread at the temperature of the room
That makes up this nauseating chaos in my cranium?

The distance formula plots our points
And those plots do anoint
A way to show the true form of a triangle
And give us a choice of what to mangle

Maybe a prism would be more difficult to comprehend
But you wouldn’t have to choose which opposite or adjacent to tend
X and Y and Z end any simple thought
And cause you to consider if your emotion could be bought

What is simple, what is straight?
A line, a line, you say!
But which end is love and which is hate?
And to which end do you pray?

Would you give to selfishness and fondness
Play it a stage as a half-hearted caress?
Would the right become theta later
Starting the whole charade even greater?

So alter that 30-60-90 into a 45-45-90
And don’t be so flighty
To try and please everyone and attempt to make positive negative
Makes life unable to be properly lived

Those triangles can rotate and violate
Their trigonometric functions have a new twist
Causing envy and need to initiate
An insight into what you missed.



For darakat who requested I write a bizarre poem. It's not terribly long and is almost iambic which is rather odd for me. This is what happens when I have two math classes in one semester, I suppose. Came out better than I thought it would, especially considering it was written in fifteen minutes.

Its pretty good actually

Considering it's something I wrote, it's terrific. Very rarely is anything I write coherent or decent.

I doubt thats true, you write a lot of stuff thats more coherent and decent than mine, its juts that most of its not poems

Ting ting ting ta ting ting ta ting ting;
Shhhhh...
Ting ting ting ta ting ting ta ting ting;
One, two, three, four...

I know that I've imagined love before...


Such a beautiful into. Blessed be the humble triangle.

Yes, poems are not my forte, and I like them to rhyme when I write them.

Blessed be the humble triangle, indeed. I love trig.

I like trig much more than I'm willing to admit.

And you have to admire the versatility of the lowly triangle. Instrument and mathematical concept all rolled into one!

Ah wondrous triangles, where would we be without them?

Chasing ourselves in circles.

possibly, or octagons

But can anyone draw a circle accurately without triangles (think: what shape is your compass?).

And are not octagons also made up of the holy triangle?

Traveller in Time on his head
"I use a pin, a thread and a pencil, no triangles. Or perhaps I use a cap, saucer, cup anything circular I can find (or even, what I need to make the circle for)"

I use brut force and a pen for both

I use my amazing powers of mental persuasion to convince the particles in the paper to move into a circular shape.

I see, amazing this

You just can't think about it.

yes I can think about it, just last week i figured out how to find the volume of a lamp post for fun, and yesterday I figured out how to make a cytology program for fun, you can tell I have procrastination down to a fine art huh?

You are good.

yes, I should be working on essay, but i have more time to do that than i care to admit

Know the feeling. I have four days.