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Complex Numbers
Complex Numbers
A complex number is expressed in the standard form a + bi, where a and b are real numbers and i is defined by i^2 = -1 (that is, i is the square root of -1). For example, 3 + 2i is a complex number.
The bi term is often referred to as an imaginary number (though this may be misleading, as it is no more "imaginary" than the symbolic abstractions we know as the "real" numbers). Thus, every complex number has a real part, a, and an imaginary part, bi.
Complex numbers are often represented on a graph known as the "complex plane," where the horizontal axis represents the infinity of real numbers, and the vertical axis represents the infinity of imaginary numbers. Thus, each complex number has a unique representation on the complex plane: some closer to real; others, more imaginary. If a = b, the number is equal parts real and imaginary.
Very simple transformations applied to numbers in the complex plane can lead to fractal structures of enormous intricacy and astonishing beauty.
January 1, 2008 at 10:29pm January 1, 2008 at 10:29pm
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So this evening I had to go out for a bit, and when I came back, I heard the shower going.
There would, I thought to myself, never be a better time.
I walked as quietly as I could toward the bathroom door, remaining stealthy as I turned the knob. I was hit by a blast of warm, steamy air.
And then I quoted the famous soundtrack from the classic movie, Psycho
WHEET! WHEET! WHEET!...
My wife cut loose a very satisfying scream, and I laughed my fucking ass off.
When we'd both calmed down, she said, "Okay, that was a good one. You know, I was thinking when I got in here, 'My husband's going to come home while I'm in the shower and do the theme from Psycho.'"
I can never say my wife doesn't understand me. |
January 1, 2008 at 7:01pm January 1, 2008 at 7:01pm
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No zombie links today; no offsite links at all, actually. Just me.
Tomorrow, it's back from an extended time away from the office. We give everyone off between Christmas and New Year's - nothing ever gets done that week, anyway, and it's an extra few days' vacation, effectively. Of course, this means that, starting tomorrow, we'll be working our asses off trying to make up for the revenue loss.
Whatever; it's worth it. I needed the break, especially since my back hurts like a sonofabitch.
I'm not making resolutions, but goddammit, this year, my back WILL get better. I'm tired of this shit. I'm starting by going to the doctor tomorrow morning - thus taking even more time off work, but my partner will just have to deal with that.
On past New Year's Days, I've pasted my fortune cookie from the night before - we always go to this Japanese place, but they still serve fortune cookies. I don't know what's up with fortune cookies these days, anyway; some of the ones we've gotten lately have been just plain weird, as if they've been getting inspiration from "Misfortune Cookies" .
So I suppose I'll continue the tradition of posting it here, but I'm telling you, this one is lamer than a two-legged dog:
Only you can decide what is important to you.
Well, duh. Whatever, as the kids say.
Anyway, I did want to thank y'all for reading and commenting, or just reading if you don't comment. This journal already has nearly as many views as my previous one did, and it's only been open a year. So: thanks! I'll try to keep things at least as interesting in 2008.
There we go: a resolution, of sorts.
Have a great year! |
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