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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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I thought I should put the last entry into perspective.
Yes, having a cold is a pain in the ass. It's nasty and miserable, and the only thing keeping me smiling is the knowledge that I probably gave it to someone who deserves it more than I do.
I'm not really bitching about it, though. Just making a gross and, hopefully, funny (to someone) blog entry.
See, on Sunday I found out that my ex-wife is in the ICU at a local hospital. She's been diagnosed
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with an untreatable form of pneumonia, as well as an abscess in one of her lungs. Don't ask me how that happens. I don't know.
I can't even get in to see her because I've been, well, sickly, and one of us might infect the other. Not that it matters so much, because people who have gone in to see her have said that she's so knocked out on sedatives and such that she's completely unresponsive. Just lying there motionless, kind of like when she and I - no, not even I will go there now.
I'll let you all in on a little secret. Most of you know I've said some nasty things about my ex-wife here, and in my previous blog. It's too easy a target, ex-spouse jokes. The secret, though, is that we've put all the nastiness behind us, and we get along okay. My wife gets along okay with her. Hell, a girl I dated between wives gets along okay with both of them. So to hear that she's in Critical Care, her prognosis uncertain...
Uncertain. That means she might not make it, right? Yeah. That's what it means.
Not funny.
I need her to live. Public figures aside, I don't speak ill of the dead. I want her alive so I can continue to make ex-wife jokes. Dammit. The fact that she's a single mother with a 9 year old kid
| NO he's not mine; why do people keep asking me that? |
who would be orphaned has nothing whatsoever to do with it.
My grandfather died of pneumonia, long ago before I was born. His son, my uncle, did too - 15 years ago.
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I'm sick.
Also, I have a cold. It's been going on since Friday, and migrated from my throat to my chest, back into my throat, and up into my sinuses. I'm currently producing more fluid from my nose and lungs than I am taking in. Every time I drink a glass of water, or a can of Coke Zero, I go through an entire box of Kleenex.
Can someone please tell me why tissue boxes feature pictures of FLOWERS? I mean, I don't really care - allergies aren't my problem (I make up for it by producing rivers of snot every time I get a cold, which fortunately, isn't that often these days), but I'd imagine that people with allergies see the flowers and get triggered.
Of course, that could be a conspiracy on the part of Kleenex and Puffs to sell more tissues.
Periodically I have to clean the snot off my computer screen. No matter how careful I am, Old Faithful exceeds the capacity of the tissue to contain it.
Why am I putting in a blog entry guaranteed to gross everyone out? Well, because I don't believe in being miserable alone. Since I can't give y'all the cold, I'll have to settle for making you mildly nauseated.


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