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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.
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This afternoon, my business partner walked in with her hair all up in foil rollers.
Next door to us is an upscale hair salon, and the hair stylist or beautician or tonsorial engineer or whatever the hell they're calling themselves these days does her hair sometimes for free.
My partner - who for the sake of discussion and relative anonymity we'll call 'Sue' - goes over there when they have an opening because, after all, it's free. So today she came back with her hair, which is thick and long, all done up in tinfoil.
"Well, I guess you're immune from alien abduction and government conspiracies today."
"Yep," 'Sue' replies. "And I like it because [Stella] gives me a glass of wine." She holds up a tulip glass with about two inches of pale wine in it - Chardonnay, or maybe sauvignon blanc, if I'm any judge. (which I am)
A little while later she pauses in the door of my office prior to going out for a smoke, and then back to the cosmi... cosmo... cosmat... hairdresser, to tell me something work-related. I don't remember what she said, but my laugh was obviously misplaced based on the work-related thing, because she looked at me like I'm nuts (if she's any judge). "What?"
"You've got your hair up in shiny foil rollers, a glass of wine in one hand, a lighter in the other, and a cigarette hanging from your lips."
"Haven't you heard? It's Trailer Trash day."
Funny, I forgot to wear my wifebeater. But I went out and got a six-pack to celebrate. |
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