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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.
February 10, 2007 at 10:22pm February 10, 2007 at 10:22pm
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Once, I bought at an auction a 17 year old Corolla that was only firing on three of its four cylinders.
The driver's seat was so worn and frayed that the previous owner had stretched a red sheet over it, but you could still see the lumps.
It cost me $340.
The next day, I took it to Crutchfield (one advantage of living in Charlottesville: an actual Crutchfield showroom) and had a $900 stereo system installed, including surround sound speakers and subwoofer.
I have my priorities straight, you see. I don't give two shits what my ride looks like, as long as it runs and has a good stereo. I need my tunes. It's not an option.
Today, though, I drove for over a hundred miles around the back roads of Virginia with a broken stereo - the same stereo, in fact; I had it transferred to my pickup when I bought it. The thing has a loose wire or some such; I lack the expertise to find out for myself, and I'm too lazy to drag it up to Crutchfield.
Correction: I was too lazy to get it fixed; now, after a couple of hours on the road, I have motivation.
Daytime wasn't so bad, but driving at night on the deserted country roads... well, it wasn't scary, so much as boring. Mind-bogglingly boring. Soul-numbingly boring. I tried to remember Springsteen song lyrics, but the sound of my own singing made me want to evacuate the enclosed space, which I would have done except I was driving - as I recalled just in time.
Yep. Gotta get that stereo fixed. Or maybe a new one... yeah, that's the ticket... |
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