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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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So I haven't made a big deal out of it here, but I've been doing a great deal of exercising lately. Well, a great deal for me, which is probably not nearly as much as some do.
It started with my previously chronicled effort at a Body Pump class, that resulted in me being in constant, brutal agony for a week. But I'm used to being in constant, brutal agony due to persistent back problems (which, I'm glad to say, seem to be in abeyance and have been for some months), so I stuck it out and, the following week, I went... back to the body pump class that fucked me up in the first place.
It seems I probably have self-destructive tendencies - as if you haven't figured that out by now. Normally I express them through binge drinking and cigar smoking and alienating friends and family, and bitching about things over which I have no control. But suddenly I found that I could indulge them by exercising, which tricks my mind into thinking I'm doing something horribly bad for myself while doing the exact opposite.
So I went again, and then again not even a week later, and now I'm going three times a week.
Haven't ridden my new bike all that much, but that's mainly because today was the first time in a while that it wasn't raining, and I didn't feel like it today. Even though it would have pained up my knees, thus once again convincing me that I'm being self-destructive.
To make matters worse, I've been going to a yoga class. Twice, now.
What the hell is wrong with me? Have I been replaced by aliens? |
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