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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.
October 19, 2010 at 10:59pm October 19, 2010 at 10:59pm
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...or Cock Block?
So M and S (from the last entry; do try to keep up with this Lifetime Special Presentation) decided tonight was Movie Night... at My House (which, you'll recall, M is renting in, so he can do this).
Only thing is, after we both ran around committing a neatness, and had a couple of beers to prepare, when S came over, she insisted on socializing with both of us
(No, this is not leading where you're thinking, Dawn.) |
instead of heading to the Lair to watch the movie (which, by the way, was Grindhouse, her choice, so M has good taste in women).
So we ended up all sitting around talking. And I was appalled to find that she apparently had more in common with me than with M. But no, I wasn't going to go there. It's not the "bros before hos" crap; it's that he knows where I sleep.
I figured after a while, they'd go to the Lair and I could get back to practicing guitar or writing in my blog (anything to avoid actually doing my NaNoPrep today). But no... we just sat there and talked. Then she begged out when it started getting late - that's a long movie.
After M walked her to her car I said to him - whilst carrying my guitar; he wouldn't do anything to harm a guitar, so it was at least as effective as +5 plate armor - "Dude, I'm sorry. I wasn't intending to chaperone."
"Naw, it's cool." (At this point I took off the guitar.) "It's too soon for her to be comfortable alone with me. It's good you were there."
And then I went and learned how to play Counting Crows' "A Murder Of One" on the guitar. Four chords - easy!
So... wing man? Or cock block?
I'm going with the former... Mike was wanting to take it slow anyway.
Now if she only wouldn't laugh at my puns. That only encourages me. |
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