STRAWBERRY FIELDS March 28, 1968

[UNIT: COMBINATORICS]

I felt so distant from everything and everyone. I haven’t talked to Lucy in days and Max is off fighting for his life in ‘nam. I’ve almost forgotten about Liverpool. I haven’t been taking the time to write to me mum and old girlfriend now, because I’m so pre-occupied with taking care of Lucy, and trying to help everyone else solve their problems. I haven’t really taken time for myself lately.

People told me it wasn’t my fault that Max got caught and drafted, but it was me who brought him back here. If he didn’t come back, he wouldn’t have gone to war. I honestly don’t know what to believe now. Lucy is being radicalized and brainwashed by Paco, and I have a stronger opinion of him than I do of this whole immoral war. With all this running through my mind, it’s hard for me to get a real job.

It just came back to me that Sadie and Jojo needed a logo for their record company they were going to hatch up. The only inspiration I can afford right now though comes from the groceries. Celery…no, they seem one-dimensionally green. Eggs are too bland. The strawberries catch my eye. They’re red. Red much like the fury that lies in my emotion. As much as I’d like to change the world I live in now, I can’t— Not in America. Don’t get me wrong. I like it here. Although I’m not really here, you know, without a visa I don’t officially exist. It’s exhilarating in a way; it’s like a weird kind of freedom. And the last thing I’d want to do is anger the government that has the power to send me back to where I came from. I’ve grown more here as a person and these strawberries have grown into my muse. Again, they’re red, big and juicy and that is enough for me to paint a vision for a logo.

Soldiers are trained to stand in formation, row by row and are forced to stay there. To be honest, I think they’re held into place by pins. Call this a piece that yells for symbolism, where strawberries, metaphorically speaking, are people.




For this art piece, strawberries were pinned to the wall. On the first row, six out of the eleven strawberries had a yellow pin that supported them in place. The rest of them were held up by green pins. Five of these eleven strawberries had the crown of leaves that grew on top.

(a) In how many different ways could the strawberries be arranged if the leaved strawberries remained together?

(b) If the eleven strawberries from the original batch were placed into a separate container, what is the probability of getting first a leafless berry with a green pin followed by a leaved strawberry with a yellow pin, given that the first strawberry wasn't replaced.?

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Although I saw that the pinned strawberries were really deep, I don’t think it’s appropriate and happy. What else could I muster up? I might as well crush the leftovers and use them as paint. Maybe a strawberry could be a heart. Like I said, it was big, red and juicy. Forgive my lack of better words, but what more was there to say? I really just wish everything was over.

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