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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.
November 4, 2007 at 6:51pm November 4, 2007 at 6:51pm
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I met my friend Pat when I was in 8th grade and he was in 7th. As I recall, we both had it for the same girl: Karen. I think he actually succeeded in hanging out with her more than I did, the bastard.
In high school, though we were in different grades, we were always doing the same stuff, and once I got a car I'd give him rides to school. After he graduated, we took a couple weeks and went to Florida the long way. There's a picture of us, I think from Jacksonville, and damn we look young. I'm going to see if I can find it again and scan it in.
Pat ended up pursuing a journalism career; I went into engineering. For a while we lived in the same house when he had a job with a local paper, and then he left. We kept in sporadic touch. He married an older woman with a kid, and so became stepdad to a teenager. I never had kids. He moved around the country, from Missouri to Florida to Arkansas; I stayed in one place. He's one of the few people, and the only guy, from my school days that I've managed to keep in touch with, and that's mostly through his efforts.
But now Pat got a job with the Charlottesville newspaper, and he's on his way back here for the foreseeable future.
He and I are different - he's a conservative; I lean liberal, though I tend to be conservative in economic matters. He has a kid of his own now. But we've known each other for a long time, and we both drink - and that has to count for something. |
November 4, 2007 at 5:40pm November 4, 2007 at 5:40pm
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1985: The one that got away
Having had such an awesome time at the 1984 show, I decided when Bruce came back to the DC area the following year, I had to try for tickets.
Remember, this was pre-Internet, so in order to get tickets you had to call them, hope you got through, and then deal with credit card nonsense.
Never did get through. Show sold out in less than a half hour.
I checked the Washington paper for a few days after that, and people were selling front row seats for over $2500. Now, I'd pay that for Bruce tickets... but in 1985, I don't think I had 1% of that in my bank account.
It turned out the concert was the night before a summer school math exam anyway, and it was probably best I didn't go so I could pass the class. But I would have.
We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down
We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
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