My math teacher hated me because he hated my brother and sister first. So I got loaned a damaged wooden slide rule guaranteed to give me bad grades. I other classes we had those big books with their log tables. In college I had a roommate who was a physics grad from CalTech and could simply rattle out log equations up to six or seven digits long, right out of his head, faster than most people can punch buttons. Amazing. But he couldn't even spell "was" or "that" correctly. He became a NASA rocket scientist, literally, but soon got bored with the job. As for me, I just keep a
basic fifteen buck log and trig calculator in the darkroom. Does everything I need. That gives me more time for photographing real logs.