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A month ago, by accident / in desperation, I tapped into a rich seam of books about math-for-real-life by Rob Eastaway. I enjoyed it, noted another dozen books in the seam and placed a reservation on his Much Ado About Numbers: Shakespeare's Mathematical Life and Times [2024]. For Eastaway, books are both his medium and his métier. For me, I package my copy into ~700 word Blobs. Nowadays, while it might take a tuthree hours of work to get to a final draft, launching the post gives rather effective closure. In a fortnight's time, I won't remember most of what I write this week . . . but at least I'll have a record of what was floating my boat in the present moment. For Eastaway, his pubs are ~100x longer than mine, and he has gotten A Lot of books off his ToDo list and into the public domain. But it all amounts to about 1 million words delivered. He must have a mental or physical notebook filled with great ideas which fail at the "can I work this up as a book" stage. And he also has to…

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