I find that trying to finish an MA thesis is like living on the inside of

Zeno's paradoxes, which go like this: if person M, let's say a student of comparative literature, is trying to get from point X to point Y, let's say X is being unemployable and Y is the finish point of an MA thesis, he'll have to write the appropriate number of pages to get from his starting position to point Y.

Easy as π. Except first he writes half his thesis, no problem. Next, he writes half of what is left, leaving a quarter of the way to go. Then, he writes half of that, and he now has an eighth to go. But since this guy is pretty dumb, and probably watching

House M.D. obsessively instead of working, he keeps just going half of the remaining distance. And as you know, Xenophon, since all numbers are infinitely recursive, he has to keep covering half the distance. Forever. He'll never get to that magic last page. On the other hand, the same thought holds for dying, so he'll never die or run out of

House M.D. episodes to watch, either. Sweet.

Labels: logic, mathematics, paradox, the ancient greeks were pretty dumb as you can tell, zeno