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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.
December 9, 2020 at 12:01am December 9, 2020 at 12:01am
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"30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" [13+]:
9. National Pastry Day
Write about an experience of eating pastries.
What did you eat, with whom, etc?
"JAFBG" [XGC]:
How is covid changing your holiday plans and how do you feel about that?
Apparently, since a lot of people have things way worse than I do, I'm supposed to be quiet and not complain. Right around now is when I'd normally be going to California for a few days -- some years, I'd be gone for quite a bit more than a few days, because I'd drive across the country -- but of course that's not happening. But it seems I'm supposed to be okay with that because other people are sick, have lost family members or jobs, or are merely more inconvenienced than I am. So this is fine. I'm fine. Whatever.
Nor am I able to eat as many pastries as I'd like. But again, it's fine. Other people can't eat them at all for health reasons so I guess I'm supposed to be thankful that I can have one occasionally. There's a bakery near me that does bread and pastries that are so transcendently wonderful that, were I to visit it as often as I'd like, I'd be unable to move. The last pastry I had from them was a chocolate croissant, unbelievably flaky crust rolled around a delicious high-cocoa filling. One bite and I gained fifty pounds. Yeah, I know that's physically impossible, but I managed. Pretty sure I only had one of them this whole year. I do occasionally get bread from that bakery, but fortunately they don't deliver or I'd be dead from gorging on delicious baguettes. And they also sell an awesome pain de campagne. I've spent the last year and a half learning French so I could properly pronounce "pain de campagne."
But I'm not supposed to complain, because at least I don't have diabetes or whatever. So I'm deliriously happy about that. Really, I am. Can't you tell? Absolutely fucking ecstatic because other people have it worse than I do. Yay, so very fortunate, lucky me. |
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