I see way too many posts on this sub that are titled "Please help me with this math" or "I'm confused. Help?" or "Need help ASAP. High school math".
People that ask for help need to be transparent about what they're asking help on. We should not have to click on the post to see what the question is.
I get that it's sometimes hard to include the whole question in the title, but in such cases, posters should at the very least include what topic their question is about. E.g. "Question about finding slope of a line" or "How to take derivative of this function?"
There are a few possible solutions to this problem. I will propose that we require each post on this sub to be marked with a flair: Pre-algebra, algebra, geometry, statistics/probability, calculus, linear algebra, university-level analysis, university-level topology, university-level abstract algebra, other, etc.
Now, as my suggestion currently stands, it is a piss-poor and incomplete solution, since not all questions fall neatly into one category, and some people might misinterpret what level of math their question is (e.g. an unaware student might put a question about finding x-intercept of a line in the "Linear algebra" category). Also, a field like geometry can range massively in complexity, from finding the area of a square to IMO-level problems or coffin questions, so clearly enforcing ONLY a flair wouldn't quite be enough.
Can I get some thoughts from the rest of you? I hope I'm not the only one tired of seeing all these bad titles on this sub.
Holy hell. I get it, everyone wants to talk about tank balance, and the state of the game, but stop saying the phrase, "Blizzard just needs to make tanks fun".
Not only is "fun" incredibly subjective, it literally doesn't speak to any of the issues tanks are facing at the moment. Arguing if something is "fun" or "not fun" is the most useless form of feedback you can give. The worst part is, a lot of you saying that have good feedback, but you say in after the 5th reply instead of just starting with it.
Say things like,
"I feel like a punching bag when I pick Rein, and I don't get to engage with my opponents"
"I really dislike playing Winston at the moment. I feel like, I'm not providing value to my team as Winston, because I can only survive for a few moments before I die."
"As Orisa, its hard for me to have a sense of agency, when every team fight I'm hugging corners and praying that my shield holds for more than a few moments."
And this isn't just for tanks, this for every role and hero. Avoid vagueness when giving your feedback, it doesn't help anyone.
Are there likely a fundamental structure that generates reality (everything in the universe) as we know it or are scientific laws only descriptive of regularities occuring in nature ? Or are there both generative and descriptive laws ?
People often save their essays as "Essay" or "Essay ENG 101" or "Essay Professor Name," which works for the class you're taking now, but can make things way more difficult later on when applying for awards/jobs/more school with applications that ask for writing samples. Giving them titles like "Loch Ness Image Analysis Essay" or "The Raven Psychoanalysis Essay" or even "The Awakening Feminist Criticism Essay" will allow you to tell at a glance what the topic is, and help you remember whether or not you felt that the essay in question was a good example of your writing skills.
Hi guys, I'm not a strong reader but I've always wanted to be. I'm getting older now and I really feel the need to read more. Trouble is, I'm reading the handmaid's tale right now and I find it too descriptive. I feel in a movie I don't didn't much time at all thinking about the scene, the expressions of the characters etc. I'm focused on the plot and what's happening.
Are there books like that, or is this something I need to love to really get into books?
I’ve always loved fantasy and have a great idea for my own project, but I just don’t think my writing is good enough. It’s not bad, but when I see pieces of work from other authors I’m like “damn, how can I even compete with that? It’s incredible!” I have a bug imagination but I think I’m held back a bit by my abilities to paint a pretty picture. I love writing and sometimes will just freehand and am getting better, but sometimes it’s hard to practice and stuff, as I’m a full-time science student, studying biology and organic chemistry, so I’m very busy.
Does anyone have any tips or motivation for me? I’d really appreciate it! I’ve heard that the first draft is never pretty, but I’m such a perfectionist that when I finish writing a paragraph/scene, I’ll go back and be like “this is complete shit. No one will like it and you’ll never make it,” and it makes me think I have to keep rewriting it. Even in my studies at school I’m just so damn hard on myself all of the time. I’ll continue to finish it but I just think that I stink, and nothing I write will ever get published.
Does he say we ought to actively lean into the will to power, or was he mostly just contending that such a thing exists and influences us in the first place?
Hi! I’m new to chess, and I don’t know how to convert algebraic notation to descriptive. I’ve tried some websites but they didn’t work. Can anyone help me convert this match? Thanks for any help.
1.e4 e6 2.d4 d5 3.Nc3 Bb4 4.e5 c5 5.Nf3 Qe7 6.Bd2 Bxc3 7.Bxc3 h5 8.dxc5 Kf8 9.Qd2 Qc7 10.Bd3 a5 11.O-O Qxc5 12.Bd4 Qe7 13.Bb6 h4 14.Qe3 Bd7 15.Bc5 Nc6 16.Bxe7+ Ncxe7 17.Ng5 Rh6 18.Qf3 f5 19.exfc6 gxf6 20.Rae1 Rc8 21.Nxe6+ Bxe6 22.Rxe6 Kg7 23.Rfe1 h3 24.Rxe7+ Nxe7 25.Rxe7+ Kh8 26.Qf4 Rg6 27.Qh4+ Kg8 28.Qh7+ Kf8 29.c4 Rxg2+ 30.Kf1 Rxf2+ 31.Kg1 Rg2+ 32.Kh1 Rxh2+ 33.Kxh2 dxc4 34.Kxh3 cxd3 35.Qf7#
The Secret of Why the Caged Bird Sings
I am dreaming.
I just know it.
I’m standing in my Uncle’s living room. I’m facing the TV. The sofa is behind me.
I’m bare feet and standing on the plush carpet. My toes can feel every fibre of it.
I know I’m dreaming because the edge of my vision is blurry and white. My eyes do not do that in real life. I feel strangely loose, like I’m floating. I feel like I’m underwater. Everything is very quiet.
I try to turn and move my eyes but I cannot. My body is like a hard case of cement and my soul is floating around inside it.
“I know a secret, do you want to hear it?” A melodious voice asks me.
I try to move my lips and say “yes” but they are frozen.
And yet somehow, my voice echoes into the room. “Yes,” I hear myself say.
tick, tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the wall.
“I’m going to tell you the secret of why the caged bird sings.”
“A strange secret,” my voice says.
“But an unknown one,” the sweet voice replies.
I want to know the secret, it’s a burning desire inside me, rising up inside my cement body like a flame. My finger twitches.
The leaves of the plant in the left corner rustle in the wind coming from the open window.
“Some people may wonder why caged birds sing. Would they not prefer to be free? Why would a caged bird be happy enough to sing?”
My eyes blink.
I feel as if I’m being fulfilled as I hear the secret pour out from the voice.
“I’ll tell you the answer, a caged bird sings because a caged bird does not deal with the harshness of freedom.”
My throat is dry and the secret is like sweet water pouring down it.
“Think of the eagle, the eagle lays two eggs. And only raises one. The strongest one. A caged bird does not have to be strong.”
The wind comes in through the open window, smelling like New York.
My lungs breathe.The secret is fresh air.
“Think of a woodpecker, who lays her eggs in another bird's nest to get rid of the burden of raising chicks. Caged birds have no burdens. So you see, caged birds are in another way… free.”
I am in bliss. The secret is pouring through my body like liquid gold. Lighting my cells on fire. Running through my veins like lighting and sloughing off my cement body.
Finally, I can turn and look in the direction of the melodious voice.
And I see my Uncle’s small, brown nightingale sitting in its cage and singing a sweet melody
Not the mechanics of it, but why the physics behind it wouldn’t work.
Whenever my grandmother wants something, she points and says “can you get the deal?” or “go get the deal” then gets mad when I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. I’m sorry she wanted the remote, which is something she uses every damn day, and just suddenly forgot what it’s called (she has no memory problems btw)
Thanks to Eck for pointing it out
As we all know, poetry and language flow like the wind… Venti captures this spirit in his ballads. Flora and fauna, he sings of seem to have a life of their own. And transport us to the moon and the stars. This self-proclaimed ‘’Best Bard of the Mortal World’’ gets his strength, his unwithering inspiration from the wind. But what Venti seeks in life is not eternal flame for his ballads. Rather, he’d be happy with a cup of wine and a lyre to sing the marvelous stories of the world. Yes, that would make Venti the bard very content indeed
Diluc’s explosive, ruthless fighting style and his aloof manner are all admirable traits. But if the disaster from five centuries a go were to happen again, if he were to face the same evil that I once did. Would he still hold fast to his resolve? This, too, makes me most curious indeed
When the people of Mondstadt talk about their home, they proudly call it the city of wind, dandelions and freedom, perhaps it was Mondstadt’s atmosphere of freedom that let the famous adventurer Alice to entrust her daughter Klee to the care of the Knights of Favonious. With this freedom, Klee has had a happy and unrestrained childhoold. But all baby birds must leave the nest someday, hopefully our little Spark Knight will remain just as happy-go-lucky when that day comes and keep smiling all the way
Though Jean may lack experience, Mondstadt has only prospered since she assumed Varka’s great responsibilities. Even I, who has seen countless people, must respect her desire to always defend Mondstadt. But unlike most who bear great burdens, this young knight has remained as tenacious as ever. How was her will molded, and what sustains her edge such that it never wears down? If fate wills it, I will find the answer to these questions
As a zombie, Qiqi has escaped the grip of both time and death, how Qiqi entered this state of existence, I do not know, but I doubt it was of her own volition. Are the heavenly principles toying with her? Or is fate seeking to torture her? Is an ordinary life of simple pleasures really a thing so fragile?
Mona’s hydromancy is indeed unique. No one can deny her intelligence and talent. Within Mondstadt, there are few who possess the ability and a desire to seek the truth equal to hers. But beware, O young seeker, you must sacrifice your all to unravel the world’s secrets. Can the astrologist Mona truly bear such a burden?
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