#LOOK AT JONATHANN

[sir-davey]

I love this picture so much, someone needs to redraw this picture of them 👹

[plush-rabbit]

It's Always Coffee

Request: Hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a like enemies to lovers between The spot before he becomes The spot (so basically Jonathann Ohnn) where the reader is a journalist who is investigating what is going on at Alchemax? And it would be nice if in the end you could include a part whit the reader and The Spot after he becomes it. Thank you so much!! <3

A/N: I’m on a fucking high for this guy!! Hope you like it<3 (this isnt necessarily an enemies to lovers but its something!!)

Word Count: 3.2K

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You sit at an empty chair pushed against the wall of the coffee shop, your gaze focused on the screen of the laptop, the cursor blinking as the words stop. The bell dings, and you look up, catching a look of a familiar doctor walking up to the counter and fumbling with his wallet to pay. You smile, keeping your eye on him, a part of you hoping that he would turn around and see you. 

No doubt feeling the gaze of someone on him, he peers around as his transaction ends. His eyes meet yours and your grin stretches, a cheeky grin stretching over your features. You wave at him, dropping your gaze to return to your work, a newfound hit of inspiration causing you to type away at the keyboard.

Keeping your attention on the screen, you bite down the smile as someone takes a seat in the chair next to you. You can feel his gaze on you, and you keep your gaze focused on the screen. The cursor stops and blinks at you, and as you type, your backspace, unable to make the sentence flow as you’d like. With a sigh, you grab your drink and take a sip.

“Are you following me?” He asks, and finally you turn to face the doctor.

“You know, a hello is usually a common way to greet people, Dr. Ohnn.” You place your cup down, turning your attention towards him. He narrows his eyes at you. “Technically, I should be asking you that. I was the first one here. If anything, I should be accusing you of following me.” He stays silent and you smile at him. “I can assure you that I am not following you. Honestly, I didn’t even think you knew about this place. You seem more like the type to make your drinks at home.”

He pulls his lips into a line and fixes himself in his seat. “Usually, I am. I only recently found this shop. It’s one of the few shops that offers distinct blends of coffee.” You snort and he shoots you a pointed look.

You hold your hands in front of you in mock defense, closing them and returning them to your keyboard. You don’t miss the glance that he gives to your screen. “I never took you to be such a connoisseur of coffee,” you admit. “How long have you been frequenting this place?”

He stays silent, and turns his attention to where the baristas work behind the counter. “Past two weeks,” he tells you, returning his gaze to look at you.

“Ah,” you sigh. “I found this place maybe a month ago.”

“I didn’t know you enjoyed coffee,” he admits.

You shrug. “I’m a reporter. It’s kinda in the requirements to enjoy coffee.”

Silence befalls between the two of you, and he turns his attention to where the baristas work. Your fingers dance over your keyboard. You chew on the inside of your cheek when you feel his gaze on you once more. He turns to look at your screen where you type, fingers slowing down as you turn to look at him with an expecting grin. “Can I help you, Dr. Ohnn?”

He doesn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed about being caught, instead, he shoots you a narrowed look. “What are you writing about?” 

“If you must know-” his eyes dart over the words, and you grab the top of your laptop, pulling it down to block him from reading any further- “it’s about a local animal shelter.” You lift the screen back to its standing position, and take a sip of your drink. He huffs and looks away, crossing a leg over the other. You take a peek through your peripheral vision, and return to typing. “The shelter is doing a little event where you can walk or play with an animal for an hour, and each person will receive a five-dollar gift card to a coffee shop.”  

“Oh.” He clears his throat. “That sounds nice.” 

You scoff out a laugh. “Does that satiate your curiosity?”  Your fingers tap over the keys as you try to come up with the finishing sentence. “Honestly, no wonder you dislike me when I question you as you do your job.” You give him a teasing smile, and he straightens, pushing up his glasses from the bottom rim with his knuckle.

“I don’t-” he clears his throat at your expectant gaze and shakes his head. “What coffee shop is allowing that? I’d assume it would have to be a local one.”

“You’re correct.” You point at him, pulling away from your screen and leaning against the back of the chair. You tilt your head, raising your brows at him with your smile growing. “Wanna wager on it? If you guess the shop, I’ll buy a coffee from there.”

“Do you know how many coffee shops are in this area alone?” He glowers at you, uncrossing his legs and leaning back against the chair. “Unless I have unlimited guesses, I won’t be able to figure it out in such a short amount of time.”

You hum, turning to look at your screen. You click your tongue and tap a finger against your chin.”Okay,” you draw out, “I’ll give you a hint.” You turn to look back at him, arms crossed over your chest. “It’s one of the only shops around that offers such distinct blends of coffee,” you raise the pitch of your voice, an awful attempt at mimicking the words once said, 

“I do not sound like that,” he pouts. 

You snicker, dropping your head and giving him a wide grin. “Ah, so you’ve guessed it?”

He turns his head, and back at you. “Obviously,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Why would this place partner with a random shelter?”

“The shelter is a family friend with the owner from here,” you explain. “So they partnered up since the shelter is low on staff.” You grab your drink, swishing the liquid around. “It’s a nice idea-” you place your drink back down- “and they have ads placed all over, so I’m hoping that this article just boosts it up a bit more, you know.”

“Will you be participating?” he asks.

“Probably not,” you answer. “I like animals as much as the next person, but I get attached much too fast.” You turn to him. “I don’t think I could part with a dog. What about you?”

Dr. Ohnn lifts a hand, twirling a strand of hair around his finger before letting it fall back into place. “Probably not. As is, I don’t have the time to myself. What little time I do have, I much prefer to spend it by myself.”

“You’re worked to the bone, huh?” You give him a sad smile, turning your attention back to the screen. You feel his eyes on you. “That blows.” He says nothing. “I get it. You enjoy what you can. In this case, while it’s a noble cause, it’s definitely more for the people who have the time.” You turn to him. “And those who enjoy coffee.”

“I hope your article is able to put the word out,” he tells you without a hint of sarcasm laced into his words. Your ankles cross, and you pull them close to the underside of the chair.

“Yeah-” you backspace a word, only to rewrite it- “me too.”

You hear his name get called, and the both of you turn to where a barista places the drink on the counter. He stands, and stays in front of his seat. Craning his neck, he looks to you, and you blink up at him. 

“Hey, you already paid for your drink, I can’t cover this one,” you say, raising your hands in front of you. “Maybe next time?”

“Next time?”

Another name is called, and in the corner of your eyes, you watch as the person scurries to pick up their drink. “Sure. Next time,” you confirm. You suck in a breath, and hold your drink in your hand, nerves causing your stomach to flip upon itself. “I’m uh, free tomorrow.”

He frowns. “I’m not.”

You cringe upon yourself, and bite the inside corners of your lips to stop from wincing. “Then, whenever. Or I could just pay you now for your drink. I think that’ll even it out. That way we won’t have to meet again.”

“No,” he blurts out. You look at him with raised brows. “I’d rather meet. I did win your little wager,” he says. “I’ll try to find time.” He bites his bottom lip, and clears his throat. “I believe I’m owed that after all.”

Hope makes your heartbeat quicken, and you can’t stop the smile that grows. “Okay. You’re welcome to sit by me if you’re not in a rush.” He stutters for a second, and you smile up at him. “Relax. I won’t question you. For now.” He pulls a face and you let out a small laugh. “It’s a joke. We can just be two people who met at a coffee shop. Not a reporter or scientist, just me and you.”

Without an answer, he walks towards the counter, and you watch his movement. You watch as he grabs the cup and places the rim against his lips. You watch as he pulls out his phone, and looks to the door and looks back at you. You aren’t sure what’s compelled you to invite the scientist to sit with you- it isn’t as if the two of you are friends, or anything of the sort. However, in the short conversation where work for you and annoyance for him was absent, you enjoyed talking to him. Just a bit. Not enough to admit it, but enough to invite him to sit with you. He turns a foot towards the door, and you give him a final smile, raising your hand in a goodbye, looking down at your screen. 

It’s no bother. All you really are to him is a reporter with pestering questions about his line of work, it would be a no-brainer as to why he wouldn’t want to sit with you. However, it doesn’t stop the disappointment that weighs you down. You write the last sentence of the article and sigh.

Someone sits by you, and you give a glance, lifting yourself straight when you find the scientist perched at the seat, holding his drink in his hand with his body turned towards you. 

“Are you almost done with your article?” You nod, glancing back down to save the file despite the automatic save feature working on its own. “Good, good.” He turns to look at the door, and back to you. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

 You close your laptop, and hold it by the edges. “As a reporter and a scientist? Or as-”

“As me and you.” His feet tap against the floor. “I understand if you’re busy or-”

“I’d love to go for a walk.” You hadn’t realized how tense he was, until his shoulders fall at your words, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips upwards. “You got an idea of where to go or do you want to walk aimlessly?” You grab your messenger bag, delicately placing your laptop into its designated sleeve. 

You follow behind him, clutching your nearly empty drink in your hand. Your bag pats against your side, and you bend to walk underneath his arm as he holds the door open. 

“You’re supposed to wait for the door to open fully,” he tells you, fixing the sleeves of the black undershirt. 

“And you’re supposed to answer someone’s question before walking away, Dr. Ohnn.” You pull yourself straight. “Guess we both have some learning to do.” He rolls his eyes, and continues forward, and you follow behind him. 

The air is warm- not uncomfortably so, but enough to know that summer is creeping in. You smile at people who you make eye contact with. Dr. Ohnn walks without saying a word, but when you stray far too behind to peer into a window full of jewelry, he walks back to you.

“I didn’t take you for a jewelry person,” he admits. 

“I’m not usually,” you answer, “but I have to admit that some of it is pretty.” You straighten yourself and look at him through the reflection. “I much prefer dainty types of jewelry. What about you?” His brows furrow at the window, and you take his answer through the reflection. “Are you a jewelry person?”

“I’m a fan of watches, does that count?”

“Huh,” you click your tongue. “I think so.” Pulling away from the window, you walk down the crowded street. Soon enough, he walks beside you again. “I never really could find a watch that suited me.” You flex out your hand and twist at your wrist. “I think I’m just bad at choosing things.”

“How do you tell time then?”

You let out a small laugh. “Dr. Ohnn, we live in a place where most people have cell phones.” His shoulders perk at the words, and a flush deepens the hue on his face. “I’ll manage to tell time without a watch.” You take a sip of your drink, and all that remains is ice and a bottom rim of a watered down version of your drink. “I’m not sure how you’ll manage, though.” You exchange the cup to your other hand and raise your now free hand, flexing your wrist. “Naked wrist and all.” You jerk your head over to his, and he covers it with his hand.

“I forgot,” he answers defensively. “Simple mistake. Anyone could have made it.” He clears his throat, and takes a swig at his drink. 

“Oh, I’m sure,” you tease. 

Peeking a trash can further up ahead and no longer wanting to hold your cup for the next few minutes, you rush forward to toss your drink. You dart through the crowd, mumbling apologies and sticking your tongue out a person who mutters a curse towards you. Tossing your drink into the trash, you wait for Dr. Ohnn to catch up to you. He stands by you, downing the drink before tossing the empty cup into the trash.

“Why’d you want to work for Fisk anyways?” He gives you a look. “Off the record, I swear!” You raise your hands in front of you in mock surrender. “I’m curious. You’re a scientist, and I’m positive you’re good at your job. So why work for him? Why not work for anyone else?”

“Why write articles?” You frown at him for avoiding your questions. “Plenty of others do it. Plenty of other agencies will offer to help you write the story you so desperately chase. So why stick to that one agency?”

“Okay, Dr. Ohnn. I’ll let you escape answering my questions, only-” you point your index finger at him- “and only because I’m feeling quite open to speaking. If you must know why I stick to my agency, I do it because I’m familiar with it.” He stops for a second, and continues his strides. “I like it there. Fluff pieces and all. We can’t all be journalists willing to die for a story, and while I’m very curious about what you do, I am willing to at least push the limits of how far I can go.” You look at him. “It’s not the most meaningful sentiment, but it’s mine, so if you make fun of it-” you falter, unable to come up with some threat- “I won’t buy you your coffee,” you conclude with the threat. You begin to pull away, one step in front of him when he stops you. 

“I wouldn’t make fun of you,” he says with his hand wrapped around your elbow.

“Oh,” your voice comes out softer than intended. You turn to give a weak cough. “Cool. Thanks. I guess you get to keep your free coffee then.”

“You think I’m good at my job?”

You smile at him, and standing on the sidewalk- even if pushed close to the building- does the two of you no favors. A stranger rushes by, and you’re pushed closer to him. The grip on his elbow tightens, and you take note of his hand. His fingers are long, and thick, and they hold onto you tightly, nails scratching at your skin. You turn your gaze.

“Yes, and before we get shoved again, let’s continue walking.” You pull ahead, and his grip on your arm falls. Turning your head to make sure that he’s behind you, you start. “I do think you’re good at your job. That’s why I try to do mine.” You give him a glance, and smooth out your shirt. “It is how it is. Too bad you’re good at it, you had to meet me.”

“What else?” He asks and you tilt your head at him. “What else do you think of my work?”

“I don’t know. I tried to read the papers that you’ve written along with a few other scientists that study along the same lines, but it was all words to me. No offense.” You give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sure you know what you’re talking about, and in some pages, I could feel the excitement, ya know? Like- Like when you started to talk about black holes and stuff. Were you always interested in stuff like that?”

His hand reaches to the back of his neck and he scratches at himself. “Mm, not necessarily black holes, but other stuff. One thing led to another.” He turns a corner and you follow close behind, catching at every word that escapes from him. “Not many people outside of my profession read what I have to offer,” he says in a low voice. “Thank you,” he says your name gently and you can feel heat burn at the shell of your ears. 

“Yeah, no problem. It was a long read, but um- it was interesting and stuff.” You try to stop the grin that grows, and tug on the strap of your messenger bag. “If you have the time, I wouldn’t mind-” You're cut off by a phone ringing and you stay silent, watching as he pats his pockets.

 “Ah,” he pulls out his phone and quickly reads the message. Looking back up at you, he seems almost apologetic. “I apologize. I- I have to go. Something work related just came up.” He lifts his phone as proof, but you can’t read the words with the glare of the sun. “We’ll continue this later?”

The words take a second to process, and when they do, you can feel your heart race. “Oh!” You perk up. “Yeah- yeah, of course.” He smiles at you, and takes a step forward. He’s close enough where you can smell the cologne on him. “Um-” his voice squeaks, and he clears his throat. He lifts a hand and pats at your shoulder. “This was fun. Thank you for accompanying me on the walk.” He gives you a tense smile and walks away without a goodbye. 

You stand on the sidewalk and watch. He turns around, and you lift your hand in a wave, and he does the same. 

You frown when you realize you never received his number.

[darlingdekarios]

marvel masterlist.

eddie brock / venom.

⁂ BUFFET.

the only kind of sharing Eddie will agree to.

jonathann ohnn / the spot.

⁂ LOOK UPON ME.

of the things he’d lost that day, there was one that weighed on Jonathan's mind like a bad conscience.

jack russell / werewolf by night.

⁂ JUST A LITTLE BITE.

Jack is concerned his instincts to mark his partner will hurt her.

⁂ OBEDIENT.

Jack will always find his way home to you out of loyalty. it's his obedience that leaves you both fulfilled.

⁂ PHASES.

Jack's phases mirror the moon.

[sheeelaazhang]

Reflection: the end?

It is crazy to think back to the beginning of this quarter and see how far we’ve all come as individuals and as a group. I still remember seeing everyone for the first time in front of Tom Bradley. I was four minutes late, and I remember seeing a bunch of faces turn as I sprinted over to join the circle. I was shy, I was overwhelmed by all the amazing individuals that stood before me, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Seeing such a large group as well scared me, I started to overthink, how is our group dynamic going to be like, am i going to make friends, will they like me? All these questions ran through my head.

Fast forward to today, right now after finally removing the cream out of my hair, I am in bed typing this at 2 in the morning and I can say that I am truly content. I am so grateful that I have found a family that I feel so comfortable being around. I feel like since coming to UCLA I really struggled with finding a tight-knit group of friends, a lot of the friendships I was making here felt fragile and tentative. After all these weeks of getting to know each and everyone of you, including the actives and the PMs through interviews, I can say with clarity that I am so happy with where I am now. 

@tamlynsasaki honestly from the moment we talked in front of tom bradley and then having you by my side in the car during i-night, I knew we would get along. I love you for being so understanding and for being someone that I can always talk to about long distance relationships and problems I am facing. 

@micheleshi my JPPPP! I am so happy we got paired together. Your radiant personality literally lights up my day and I always feel super happy and can’t help smiling when I am with you! Thanks for always having my back and for being so patient with my last minuteness. I love you very much!

@han-hannah HANNAH! You are one of the sweetest people ever. You are so genuine and kind and caring and hardworking and honestly just someone I look up to! You put your all into what you do and thank you for taking such detailed notes during monday meetings, we really couldn’t have done it without you. I love you!

@jtran9816 JACKIE! I’m so glad that we’ve gotten to talk more! Your facial expressions are 10/10 and you are so sweet for reading my rants on tumblr and actually privately messaging me about it to see how I am doing. Thank you for reaching out and I appreciate you so much <3 <3 ILY

@tranyconnie CONNAAYYY CONNIFER CONCON tbh I was lowkey intimidated by you at first because you seemed so confident and good and dancing and ahh! I am so glad that I got to joke around with you/drink/talk to you to realize you are super chill and ilysm 

@andyaliao​ andy i literally love you so much! from the moment I first met you I wanted to b your friend because you are so genuine and sweet and easy to talk to! I feel like I can really talk to you about anything and you are so understanding and nice about it! Love you forever <3

@brigittephung22​ brigitteeee literally I knew no one when I was rushing so it was nice when we talked because I was like omg yay im making friends! You were so sweet and easy to talk to! I really loved talking to you about relationships during scavenger hunt and i look forward to more talks like that hehehe love you!

(i realized this is a bad idea omg theres 17 other people omg omg ok im going to finish this)

@ryanneis​ RYANNN! tbh I was so shy in the beginning and your jokes that were LOWKEY RUDE jk actually made me feel like I was more apart of the APPLEGRANDMAZ and it made me more comfortable to be myself and open up! Honestly thank you for that and you will forever be my miming partner so don’t you go miming with anyone else im watching you like a halk

@nguyenevonne​ omg when you sent me the text apologizing for making jokes that might come across as offensive i was like GIRL NO! literally it made me feel more comfortable actually because I was kinda shy in the beginningggg so thank you!!! I LOVE YOU and honestly everytime I see you and hug you I feel so much better. You also crack me up so much ilysm

@ngkatelyn​ KATELYNNNNN! Honestly i rmb talking to you during that speed circle rotating thing in front of tom bradley and I was like omg this girl is so social and easy to talk to and cool I want to be friends with her! Lol! You are so easy to talk to ilyy

@heyyyson​ hayson!! I enjoy reading your tumblr posts a lot! You always have so much to say and a lot on your mind and I love that you are not afraid to share it. I feel like it is so easy to talk to you and you give great advice. Thanks for being there even if it was brief after lock in, I felt so much better <3 LOVE U

@jonathantnguyen​ JONATHANN! My president! Thank youu for always checking up on me and seeing how I’m doing! You always keep me on track and honestly you are so unfazed by all the sickness/disease/shit that gets thrown onto you and it is really inspiring to see that. one day at a timeee love you!

@leeeaannewooong​ leeeeaannnneee!! my person-that-stands-next-to-me-every-meeting! ILY! Thank you for always checking to see if im ok after each roast i honestly feel so much better:) You are also so on top of your shit and organized and is definitely someone i look up to! Thank you for being you and ilysmmm

@jackeytang​ jackeyyyyyy! You are one of the people i rmb during rush because you were super social and always had something to say! ALthough you don’t show affection very much I can see through your actions how much you care about us and how we are doing and ily so much for that. Also love your dark/twisted-ish humorrr :) :)

@gabrielsalazar​ GABEE the man!!! You crack me up so much omg when you first spelt camaraderie wrong and said it so confidently i squeezed your hand because I couldn’t stop laughing. Everytime you mention public speaking I also laugh sorry:D I love you for being someone I can always have a good time with <3

@heavenhumphreys​ heavennnn sorry for drawing demon claws on your shirt but i luv u gurlll thanks for always hyping me up even though we both know I can’t dance :D Ily and girl you chugging that tequila you should be the one with tequila in your name not mee :D You’re always so confident and you’re a natural leader that makes sure we actually get shit done so thank you for that <3

@dlam79​ DANGGG! LOL my partner for the PAC appreciation eventtt lol we were both so stressed and freaking outt. Thank youu for doing a lot of the work and being so patient and accomodating because of my freaking midterms. You are so on top of your shit, without you i would’ve died lolz also i love your sass and attitude and for putting up with my mess hehe ilysm <3

so uh i think this turned more into an appreciation post than a reflection...but honestly I wouldn’t be who I am now without you guys! even though pledge quarter is almost over we are still going to spend time tgt okkk. I feel like through this quarter the most valuable thing I gained was friendship <3 Apple grandmas for life!!!

Also my title may be misleading but i can say with certainty THIS IS NOT THE END THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING as cheesy as that sounds. Also I lowkey like writing these tumblr posts...im kinda inspired to like keep a daily journal or something. It’s pretty cool to look back and recall what you did :)) OK GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!

[jonathankatwhatever]

I saw a complete version. It went by in maybe 3 to 5 seconds, but it was complete. It began by defining a space, probably by going through various conceptions of spaces, from Hilbert and Hausdorff to what I dont know because that’s a step with an ordering in it not the scroll itself. Then it divides that space. It uses layers of graphs and thus graph theory because triangular is a clique and the gs ideals are a clique which is a complete graph. The concept of completeness in there is important: only by accepting gs do you achieve the ability to say a graph can be complete, because a graph of simple IC is a highly complicated statement. That gets back to Ramsey’s theorem.

At this moment, I feel entirely female, perhaps because I’m being looked at by a gay man and seen sexually, perhaps because the literalization of 2 in me is Anne and I physically represent that, which connects to the way I’ve figured out how to wear my pants over my hips - and that’s a case of me internalizing a photo of you so my hips move and the more that happens the more higher level function and movement - and my shoulders have to come to me from somewhere. My small waist. Without the shoulders, I’d be an effeminate appearing man. So the shoulders come from Anne too, as a hint of the voluptous inversion. This suggests we share body parts in different arrangements, which gets back to that occurring over the Bhyp as an inversion line.

Let me take this to a version I’ve not in memory considered: say your view of Anne is male, like Al. So instead of being the end of Jonathanne, it’s the beginning of Alison. Then the same Storyline with entirely different conversations about the exact same subjects and other ones as well, except you were aware of your side of the cr and I was aware of my side, where sides are thread determined, meaning they read across the space.

That connects to the graph theory part. It also connects to many other approaches, including the ordering of a set as having a separable meaning, something which is now proven. Just like 1234 is not the same as 4321 in cash or as a pin.

Once this structure builds out, it starts proving things. That is where I get stuck: very specifically, I have trouble accepting proof. What does it mean to locate IC at each point? I get that answer. If I then pick a random zK, it has IC, and that means it must connect to the IC layering, which is all halving really is: fCM is all by 2 because it is all reflexive in the various ways that it expresses. And note how CM28 now demonstrates cr. And note that enables how you can read across to get different perspectives that are actual sets, etc. (and which can act a vector spaces, etc.).

But that counting is also separate from zK labels. zK(weird big number) is in IC, connects to other numbers, and only condenses or has poles at values - no, that’s too complicated - the better approach is to run it backwards, so from 1 doubling to a number which is divisible by SBE3+1. This would be seamless from 3 up (because SBE could run 0,1,2). That makes f1-3, when counting from 0 to 1 to 2 and that in full zK is SBE3 from any origin. All shifts further build from there 1 by 1. This makes complete sense because counting to 3 invokes 3 or 4zK, which relates SBE to fCM.

So now, we induce a chain extending forever. Oh, I forgot: I’ve been assuming the case when SBE3 isnt halvable. When is SBE3 halvable? When it is exactly this relation so the attachment at the back end is not immediately visible. What about numbers that aren’t halvable? Again, asking the basic question: why apply SBE? Because that’s the expansion of 1-0-1, which is the gs and the 0-1 segments expanded to 3 squares. So this is literally asking: if you take a square, an odd square, and you expand it to SBE - so you dont now need SBE3, just SBE (though they transform) - then it becomes even, either by attaching it on the front end or by the hidden attachment in the back end. Literally the odd parity checking back or forward. And then it fits to the halvings.

I think then this becomes true in 2 ways. First, you can go past integers, so halves are not. Second, you can always halve because each halving is a division of the and into the 1 of that form of counting. So, that asks if you can halve back to 1, and the abstract answer is clear: because the form is built onto and into each value, then each value must contain the potential for that reduction or it could not exist.

That is the closest I’ve come to understanding the proof for the problem: if we phrase the question as existence, then the existence of the form expands through the standard notation of delineating it as a function and asserting a k count of n or just n. That phrases the proof as contradiction of the assertion that this could not be true, because that requires the separation of form over a space which is read as adhering to that form.

That is what I’ve been trying to do. Wow.

And that came out of the oscillation of acceptance and rejection of the identification of you and me. What that says then is the forms directly connect because they must, in the same sense that otherwise you presume a void that just happens to replicate on the other side, and that problem reduces to the void being the 0 in 1-0-1 and that strongly induces, meaning it induces bidirectionally.

Should I stop? That was freakish. It really is a revealing new form of mathematics.

Now, if there are two guys on this end, that explains the sexual imagery better. But if there’s Al, who else? The way I heard Nicole was through Jonathan Mitchell, where the n-M leads to an ee and hell turns into col. That explains why I’m cold, I guess: nee cold out of nee cole. Then the n-M expanded to Nicole-Marie, which of course is masculine married and a girl’s name. So if Al, who can be Alice (even in the looking glass), then ... try the exact match: Lor like in Little Women maybe and Al, which makes Laurel. Because they have to be gay and Al has to tell Lor that he will love you. So now I can see them standing in line and he walks over to you with me trailing, looking stricken because the last thing I want or need is to get involved with a female. But no, that’s wrong: the equivalent would be more if you were male and I’m the girl and you two form a relationship in which you have to be with me and I with you. That fits except it’s internalized. The other way keeps the gender assignment, and that has consequences, but maybe it is better. Let’s see: the inversion is from same sex at the back end to same sex at the front end. That’s entirely consistent with the threading: from your perspective, if you are at that end, then this is what you see. If you are going first, then the paths are you in same or you in opposite, so he could be a man and then he introduces you to another man and you share that way. This fits, and heaven knows I’ve seen that a zillion times. Oh, so I’m still letting go of forced perspective.

Are you? Are you that aware or is Anne / Al in your ear telling you it will be fine, and that you are aware that you can see a cr level and how these cr levels relate, but that doesnt mean you know ... actually it kind of does. Which gives a new meaning to I think he knows. I can connect this to inversions of what has already occurred into what has yet to occur without violating classical limits!! Information is limited within the gs, but information from outside the gs is not imparted evenly so they can manage us.

Now I’m comfortable with a lot more. It is however getting busy in my head.

Did we actually advance a proof? I think so. It’s the same as the underlying conception between irrationality’s proof: the existence of the two forms is taken to be continuous over whatever n, meaning there must be a connection across the iterations which abstracts to constant in form.

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Liquid crystal exhibit amazing work by artist  Laura Sillars. Leslie has argued in liquid crystals:The science and art of fluid form. This connects to my theory in crystallography and form which was inspired by novelist Jonathann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832 and british critic and philantropist Jonh Ruskin (1819-1900) they collected studies and wrote about geological materials. Gothes Theory of colour in multi-sensory handbook. Lauding the extraodinary visual effect of melting mineral and extolling the eas with wich scientific experiments can be undertaken in the parlour. Similarly, Ruskin promoted tactile, first hand, sensory accesss to the material world at the Guild of St George in Sheffield, which he founded to make his collection available to the general public. According to the concept  of Organicism in twleth- century developmental Biology.Harways argues that the early embryologist were influenced by the concept  imagery represented in Goethe romantic writings and art. making the connection between rhythmic and sensory paths, explored  using the biological stand point and aspects of chemistry that I have discussed in vibration and chemistry. 

 The most inspiring piece of artwork i saw at the Liquid Crystal exhibit was the instillation  done by Ralf Baecker called Crystal set (2011). This was made from silicon carbine (SiC), iron needles, acrylic glass and custom electronics. this instillation allowed me to listen with headphones to the frequencies of the crystals. This was amazing as i have been looking into the sensory values of crystals and had similar aspirations to make something that pics these energies up. I also used the personal experience to establish how I felt during listening 

but also took notes on my visual influences. This will be used to develop more information for my auto ethnography into Epilepsy and human vibration.

This instillation not only backed up my theory on the importance of investigating the logical structure of crystal but applied  and displayed different electrical patterns to the contact points based on current flow, resistance and response time. This was inspecting its behaviour in a close feedback loop. As a result it generated raw and untamed signals visible and audible to the observer. This is essential to my project as it represents all 3 elements of visual arts i am exploring in my work.  Sight,touch and feeling . The reference to contemporary digital devices and materials of our everyday technology also connect the influence of technology and how we currently experience these frequencies all the time. The in depth focus on the processed  transistors or integrated circuits (IC) explains the complication involved with understanding the influence of vibration and also shows how these components together can instigate visual and audible sounds  we experience.   I believe this is the closets i have being to art work that explored my theory on this level. 

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France’s gender equality minister has slammed as “totally scandalous” claims that a husband may have strangled his wife to death in a high-profile murder case because she was “overbearing”. French IT worker Jonathann Daval, 34, on Tuesday admitted to killing his wife Alexia, 29, in a case that has gripped the country since her partially burned corpse was spotted in a wood in October. The 29-year-old bank employee’s body was found hidden under tree branches near their town of Gray-la-Ville in eastern France. Her husband had previously insisted that Alexia had gone jogging on October 28 and never came back.  Millions were moved by footage of the man dubbed “the perfect son-in-law” crying at her parents’ side at a press conference and even leading one of the running outings organised across the country in her memory. Tearful: Millions had been moved by Jonathan Daval's appearance alongside his wife's grieving parents Credit: SEBASTIEN BOZON/AFP But three months after her death and after hours of police questioning, Daval finally admitted on Tuesday to killing his wife. Le Monde said that his shock avowal of guilt after three months playing the victim had unleashed a nationwide sense of “betrayal of compassion”. “He says it was an accident, that he did not want to do it, and that he regrets it,” said his lawer Randall Schwerdorffer. His client's motivation, he insisted "was not criminal". Controversy: Lawyer Randall Schwerdorffer suggested his client, Jonathann Daval, had murdered his wife because she was 'verbally violent' and 'overbearing' Credit: SEBASTIEN BOZON/AFP "There were some very strong tensions in their relationship as a couple,” he said, adding that Daval had been subjected to “verbal violence” from his wife. "Alexia had an overbearing personality, so he felt diminished, stifled. At one point too many words were said, a fit of anger proved too much, and he couldn't control himself." The lawyer’s claim drew a furious response from gender equality minister Marlène Schiappa. “I find it totally scandalous to tell us that ‘she has an overbearing personality, and that’s why she may have been murdered’,” the minister told RTL.  Outraged: France's minister for gender equality Marlene Schiappa “By saying that, you legitimise femicide, you legitimise the fact that every three days, a woman is killed by her partner, and I find it extremely dangerous to relay that,” she said. She added: “It’s not a row, it’s not a crime of passion, it’s a murder. We must stop playing down conjugal violence, stop trying to find excuses. Nothing, nothing justifies beating one’s wife or partner.” The lawyer refused to leave it there, claiming that “lots of people talk and create controversies without any deep knowledge of the case”. “Lots of journalists knew about the violence at the heart of the couple and that Alexia was behind this violence,” he said. Daval maintains that he acted alone and insists he did not set fire to his wife's body. The murder case appalled the couple's quiet town, with nearly 10,000 people turning out for a silent march in her memory. It prompted about 100 prominent French women to urge President Emmanuel Macron to launch an “emergency plan” to curb sexual violence. Relatives take part in a silent march in Gray on November 5, 2017, in memory of Alexia Daval Credit:  SEBASTIEN BOZON/SEBASTIEN BOZON/AFP/Getty Images Initially questioned as a witness, Daval explained scratches and bite marks on her hands as coming from an argument with his wife that turned physical on the day before her disappearance. Police arrested Daval on Monday after uncovering fresh evidence. A neighbour had reported hearing a car leave the couple's home on the night before Alexia was reported missing. This tallied with a tracking device on his work car, whose tyre tracks were also discovered close to where Alexia's body was found. A source close to the inquiry also said the body was covered in a sheet that was thought to come from the couple's home. Mrs Daval’s parents were said to be “flabbergasted”. “They didn’t see it coming at all, they want to understand,” said their lawyer Jean-Marc Florand. But he said they rejected the claim it was “an accident”. "When you strangle someone with bare hands who you can look in the eyes, you can’t say it’s an accident,” he said. “The play he acted out will cost him very dear in the jurors’ eyes.” Daval has been charged with “murdering one’s spouse” and faces life in prison at the end of a trial due next year.

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