History Tropers / TzeTze

* ObfuscatingStupidity: His custom title is "dumb". Don't believe it for a moment. - Killer Rabbit.

Oh, and about the name - some time ago the interface to a database that I was supposed to maintain kept displaying the name of the fly with this archaic spelling. I spent days trying to figure out why the hell it did that and days trying to fix the bug ([[StatlerAndWaldorf do ho ho]]), and I got so obsessed that my ex-boyfriend gave me "tzetze" as a nickname. It sorta stuck, and it's unique enough, so I keep it.

John Tzetzes[[hottip:* :Ἰωάννης Τζέτζης natively]] (1109? - 1180?) was a Byzantine grammarian and scholar who lived in Constantinople. A vain man, he claimed Georgian royal ancestry on his mother's side, and struck out any any other grammarian in the intelligentsia who dared commit a wrong against him - imagined or real. His most important work, the ''Chiliades''[[hottip:* :''Thousands'']]is a collection of miscellaneous bits of others' work, valued by modern historians for filling gaps elsewhere in the ancient corpus. Its chief purpose at the time seems to have been showing that he could quote hundreds of ancients, and it seems to have survived more by a fluke of chance than genuine usefulness at its time. He also wrote a sequel to the ''Iliad'', so unimportant as to be virtually unknown. It is called ''Allegories of the Iliad''. Go ahead, Google that. You're not going to find any articles on Tzetzes' work, because Tzetzes was a waste of breath.

!!About Me

Perfection is in the mind that makes mistakes.

!!About Me

I'm a twenty-something British grad student hoping to get a [=PhD=] in computational biology. What that is is kind of hard to explain simply, so just know that I like biology and I like computers. I have diverse interests in science (probably because my dad's a professor -_-), from mathematics to musicology, but computational biology is what I think I do best.

I found this site back in 2007 through means I'm not sure of; I guess somebody told me about it? I dunno. Either way, after a brief hiatus, I haven't left, and I probably won't for a while. It's just too interesting here, and there are too many unwritten articles on sixties science fiction novels for me to leave! ^_^

Oh, and about the name - some time ago the interface to a database that I was supposed to maintain kept displaying the name of the fly with this archaic spelling. I spent days trying to figure out why the hell it did that and days trying to fix the bug ([[StatlerAndWaldorf do ho ho]]), and I got so obsessed that my ex-boyfriend gave me "tzetze" as a nickname. It sorta stuck, and it's unique enough, so I keep it.

[--Turned out that the stupid former maintainer had a script changing species names for some other spelling and it didn't know any better. Goddamn.--]

For mo

[-[''The first document appears to be cut off here; the remainder of the text was apparently spliced from another source. This is likely due to data corruption, or a botched attempt to redact information. Some scholars (Adamachi, Carlisle, et al.) suggest that this seeming junk epilogue is actually an encoded message.'']-]

gard and wan, but very stern, and there was more of wrath than repentance in his singing. Was it fancy or reality? The heart-rending "O bell' alma innamorata!" seemed to be accompanied by distant, half-veiled sobs. No one else appeared to notice them, and I half doubted their reality. The Finale ended; and for a few moments the gay crowd buzzed, and some stood up and looked about at their neighbors. The interval was short, however,--for the Quintette performers came upon the stage, and took their places. I leaned back and covered my face with my hand. My memory was still ringing with echoes of the forlorn cry of wrecked love, mingled with the imaginary sobs I had just heard; therefore I hardly listened to the majestic opening of full, harmonious chords, which lead grandly into a sort of cantabile movement. The curious modulations which followed aroused me, and I soon busied myself in tracing the changes from major to minor, and from one minor key to another, as sorrows chase each other in life. Just at this part of the composition occurs the passage which sounds like a weird, ghostly call or summons: when I heard it, my fancy began working, and, like Heine, I saw spectres in the music sounds.

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* CrowningMomentOfHeartwarming: [[http://freetexthost.com/i0cp23asi3 This qualifies.]] %%--Zizoz

* As has been Ponicalica, you've proven very helpful in my times of mathematical need. So thank you very much.. {{Tropers/Barcode711}}

* You seem to have peeked my interest. Tropers/{{Ekuran}}

* You seem to have peeked my interest. Tropers/Ekuran

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!!Vital statistics
* DOB: 1991?
* Sex: No
* Likes: Mathematics, music, computation, metastability
* Dislikes: Arithmetic, noise, machinery, hate/love

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* As has been Ponicalica, you've proven very helpful in my times of mathematical need. So thanks. {{Tropers/Barcode711}}