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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.
December 1, 2007 at 2:20pm December 1, 2007 at 2:20pm
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It's not hot, it's not cold - though there's a bit of a nip in the air in the shade - so instead of starting on the dozens of reviews I somehow talked myself into owing, I had to go help my wife with home maintenance crap.
Home maintenance, in this case, meant: 1) measuring the chimney (we're getting a gas fireplace to replace our downstairs woodstove insert) and 2) sweeping leaves, twigs and other debris out of our gutters, while pruning overhanging branches to reduce the need for said maintenance in the future. Also, incidentally, 3) checking for soft spots in the roof so we know whether we need to replace all our shingles or also the plywood sheathing, since we had to climb up on the roof anyway.
Thing is, I weigh substantially more than my wife, and I have a bad back (which conditions are most likely related), so my job was basically to hold the ladder while she climbed up onto the roof, hand her the broom, the measuring tape and a saw, and stand there ready to call an ambulance if she slipped.
Since my job mostly involved standing around, I lit a cigar and watched from the front yard. So there's my wife, working her cute little butt off on the roof, while I leaned against a tree and relaxed.
The neighbors gave me dirty looks.
It reminded me of a joke: This guy's sitting on his porch with a drink while his wife's mowing the lawn. The neighbor lady comes up to him and says, "How dare you sit on your ass while your wife does all the work? Why... you should be hung!"
"I am - that's why she's doing the work." |
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