Tribute to Horst R. Thieme on the occasion of his 60th birthday Author: Hal Smith Mathematical Biosciences and Engineering, Volume: 7, Number: 1, January 2010: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ScM5USW8CQ6kItrvCPbWJ9pYKzg1IIYK/view?usp=sharing Wanderings with Lady M.: A happy threesome Author: Adelheid Thieme https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uxZ_sqXT33xoIwaLFvDLEz5f3XXwHdoM/view?usp=sharing Habilitatsvortrag 1983: Chaos Tierisch tosen Turbulenzen, Trajektorien treiben's toll. Tori taumeln trunk'ne Tänze, im Attraktor turnt der Troll. See the English version below: Torrents thunder turbulences, Trajectories take their toll, Tori tumble turbid dances, The attractor traps a troll. |
Sprucedale Song I’ve been riding on old T-Bone (Melody: I’ve been working on the railroad) I’ve been riding on old T-Bone all this livelong day. I’ve been riding on old T-Bone just to work my butt away. Can’t you hear the horses sneezing 'cause the dust so fine. Can’t you hear Big Emer shouting: Wranglers keep in line. Wranglers keep in line, wranglers keep in line, wranglers keep these fools in line. Wranglers keep in line, wranglers keep in line, wranglers keep these fools in line. Someone’s in the saddle with Emer, someone’s in the saddle I know. Someone’s in the saddle with Emer, turning into big jello. I’ve been riding on old Brandy all this livelong day. I’ve been riding on old Brandy just to wear my knees away. Now my stomach is so empty and my throat so dry. But I hear Mom Ester shouting: Girls, come on, let’s fry. Girls, come on, let’s fry, girls, come on, let’s fry, Girls, let these potatoes fry. Girls, come on, let’s fry, girls, come on, let’s fry, Girls, let these potatoes fry. Someone’s in the kitchen with Ester, someone’s in the kitchen I know. Someone’s in the kitchen with Ester, waiting for the big jello. by Horst and Adelheid Thieme, Sprucedale Guest Ranch, June 1997 |
The Song of John Matrix
When John Matrix was a little baby, Sitting on his daddy's knee, He picked up a pencil and a little piece of chalk, Said `This pencil gonna be the death of me, Lawd, Lawd, This pencil gonna be the death of me.' The chairman said to John Matrix: `Gonna bring that computer round. Gonna bring that computer out on the job, Gonna chop that problem down, Lawd, Lawd, Gonna chop that problem down.' John Matrix said to the chairman: `A man is nothing but a man; But before I let that computer beat me down, I'd die with this pencil in my hand, Lawd, Lawd, I'd die with this pencil in my hand.' The man who'd invented the computer, He thought he was a super ace. But John Matrix made a theory that analyzed it all, And the computer only did a special case, Lawd, Lawd, The computer only did a special case. John Matrix was working in his office, And his pencil was striking fire. He thought with so much strain that he broke his poor old brain, And he laid down his pencil and he died, Lawd, Lawd, He laid down his pencil and he died. They carried John Matrix to the grave yard, And they buried him in the sand. And every problem solver that comes passing by Says `There lies a theory building man, Lawd, Lawd, There lies a theory building man. ' |