You are using partial explanations as derivatives.

12 years of study and I am just now realizing that all observable limits, and the extrapolated set their of, identifiable in the literature under a person's name-Jarlskog, Bohr, Cooper is only differentiated by yet another limit as someone's name. The Compton current initiated spin transfer can be anisotrophic to the Lamb shift emission and isometric to the Bjorken limit as probe or not. You could have labeled the observed constraint 3 gluons/2 currents or 2 currents/3 gluons yield to a statistically favored ratio luminosity under another set of names but no operation at 90-100 Gev will  salvage the entire set of terms that drop out past potential energy out=kinetic energy in bulk because you must talk to the off functionality to fully comprehend why one machine's loop rot at a given RPM is yet another's Cahn Gilman pertubative excess. Alan Turing's on/off switch problem is still your limit regardless of the fact that you have graduated from vacuum tubes to fiber optics.  Artists are the only pioneers of late that I have seen bring to light the seemingly Godless machinery of mechanics when the 5 stood there waiting and knowing statistically one vessel of hydrogen peroxide or what ever compound it was would boil over as seen on TV as you use partial explanation as derivatives. A water service inspector said to me just the other day, thank God the nuclear catastrophe happened over there and not over here. I sat in on all the nuclear industry promotional seminars at MIT but I quietly walked out when a lecturer concluded not one person sustained damage from Three Mile Island. I had a beautiful friend dead from ovarian cancer at 31 who haled from a neighboring town named Kathy Vuncelic. She had come to Humboldt State to study wildlife management after seeing "God Bless the Beasts and the Children" with Billy Mummy. She was so brilliant. I once brought a difficult capilary osmosis problem no student in soils class could solve and she did. Alibaster skin, blue gray eyes, natural jet black hair she stood 6 feet tall. I attract to the potential and certified dropouts in physics. You can find them at universities through ads posting "Had to drop the class and must sell the textbook" I called the woman to ask her why she had dropped out of physics because I had correctly deduced she had. Was it the people or was the topic too difficult. She replied 'both' and said the ad had been up a few years already, but never having received a call like mine, she did not know. I attracted myself to the 'need to get my grade up past a D' woman's workboard setup at Dave Pritchard's mechanics review room 8-329. A shiny young girl walked right up to me as I entered the room pleading could I please find the center of gravity. A grad student would occasionally visit the 'poor gir'l board anointing their struggle with the words "yes girls, you seem to be on the right track" as one girl would jest to the other "just write down dy/du  du/dx or something. A quick integral here there as ghetto jot jingo math minimalism  bound the workstations about the room. One of the 1st formalisms I was ever handed back there in Science Hall, city college of San Francisco was Ke=1/2 the mass times the velocity squared. The men who ruled the relationships as germaine to any explanation would provide only the minimum of linguistic clarification. Think of the kaon as brought to you by Finnigan's Wake. Last lecture I attended I had to ask-it had been demoted to K. Women I have known and assorted right brained artists are embellishers, linguistic magicians. They chose this girl out of high school because she was smart and now she would soon simply pass mechanics and join the ranks of the disinterested. All those disheartened students and the absurd hearding rituals-tools of scholastic cull poison the wealth of information as some erodite labels conflicted sets as trivial and everyone simply buys this appraisal as perhaps useful as accurate. Ok for today. Subjects I may address in future blogs-my history at Humboldt State in Forestry, as an erotic clay artist in a small box in a cristian town where people from the DMV and so on would drop lotion and corsets in.