A Quote by Carl Pomerance

Log Log Log (x) goes off to infinity with x, but has never been observed to do so. — © Carl Pomerance
Log Log Log (x) goes off to infinity with x, but has never been observed to do so.

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Carl Pomerance
Born: 1944
log log log x goes to infinity with great dignity.
I log out of Twitter on my computer so I have to log in and then I log back out.
Meditation is like a single log of wood. Insight and investigation are one end of the log; calm and concentration are the other end. If you lift up the whole log, both sides come up at once. Which is concentration and which is insight? Just this mind.
I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.
Stalking along from log to log, or plunging their long legs in the oozy swamp, two large herons paid no attention to my presence, but occupied themselves with their own fishing arrangements, as if their wilderness were their own.
EMA research evidences strong and growing interest in leveraging log data across multiple infrastructure planning and operations management use cases. But to fully realize the potential complementary value of unstructured log data, it must be aligned and integrated with structured management data, and manual analysis must be replaced with automated approaches. By combining the RapidEngines capabilities with its existing solution, SevOne will be the first to truly integrate log data into an enterprise-class, carrier-grade performance management system.
So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under.
I lift my arm out of the water. It's a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People see the log and call it a twig. They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.
Why do we not have online voting? There's a security system in place already - on our cellphones. We already use biometrics to log into our banking. We use it to log into our health records. Why can't we have online safe and secure voting?
The world is coming to an end. Please log off.
The Internet is really our meeting place. We have this amazing listserv. Every time I log onto it I feel a sense of pride, because if you log on and say, "Oh I was just in San Diego and I was in a park and I saw a lion," the flurry of replies on average is just like--wow! All these existential questions about what it means to be an African, and never having seen a lion at home, but having seen a lion here. Everything you say turns into this real philosophical debate--it's incredible in so many ways. And it's an invigorating place to be.
The solution to 'on-line harassment' is simple: women should log off.
If you're over 52 years old and you're on Facebook, do us all a favor and log off now.
Working with my son was like falling off a log. I had so much fun doing it.
The young mouse's eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder. He struck for Redwall! He struck against evil! He struck for Martin! He struck for Log-a-Log and his shrews! He struck for dead Guosim! He struck as Methuselah would have wanted him to! He struck against Cluny the Scourge and tyranny! He struck out against Captain Snow's ridicule! He struck for the world of light and freedom! He struck until his paws ached and the sword fell from them!
Being able to see an activity log of where a kid has been going on the Internet is a good thing.
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