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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 26, 2007 at 5:28pm February 26, 2007 at 5:28pm
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You know, usually, when I don't have much to say here, I can rely on Bruce to give me guidance. I have all his songs queued up, and when I pick one at random it often says something to me, gives me inspiration... and the key to a blog entry.
Today? Not so much.
I didn't sleep well last night. It happens. Thoughts churn in my head and pressure builds up like someone's attached a bicycle pump to my cerebrum. I got up to do some writing - sometimes a freewriting core dump helps to clear the old RAM. What I wanted to do was play a video game, but I figured then when I finally got to bed at four AM, I'd dream about the video game, and that usually makes things worse. I resisted the temptation.
So instead when I went to bed at four AM, I dreamed about work. Then I had to get up and GO to work, even though my limbic system was convinced I'd already been there all day.
When I retire, will I dream about golf?
I don't even play golf.
My body wants to be awake at night, and all day, all it wants to do is sleep. I keep checking for fangs, but they never seem to appear.
Ah. There's one:
And I'm driving a stolen car
On a pitch black night
And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright
But I ride by night and I travel in fear
That in this darkness I will disappear
-Bruce Springsteen,
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