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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. |
Oooh, good question. Haven't really thought about it. For me, fiction is fun but I don't imagine myself living there. So let's think about some of the more popular cinematic universes. Some of these might not meet the strict definition. I don't care. I figure if there's more than one movie (and/or TV show) that have continuity with each other, they count. Marvel. This is the obvious choice, really, but it has major downsides, including the ever-present threat of godlike beings messing around with Earth. One could argue that this is what the heroes are for, but on the other hand, I'd hate to be between, say, Hulk and whatever Hulk wants to smash. So... pass. Star Wars. Upside: Space travel, cool outfits. Downside: Ewoks, Sith, Space Fascists, and whateverthefuck JarJar was. Pass. James Bond. Fun if you're an elegant, martini-swilling spy with cool gadgets. Not so much fun if said spy ever fails and some villain takes over the world. So, nope. Harry Potter. You know, if you think about it, this might be the most ill-conceived universe after Twilight (which is itself a hard pass). So much of the "wizards are operating in secret" thing doesn't make logical sense unless you figure they're Jedi-mind-tricking everyone on a regular basis, and I don't want my mind messed with like that. DC Extended Universe. Same problem as their traditional rival, Marvel, see above, with the added downside of really spotty writing. No. The Matrix. Hell no. We have enough problems in our own world with people thinking we're living in a simulation. John Wick. No. Hey, don't get me wrong; I love those movies but I wouldn't want to live in one. Doctor Who. Only if I get to be a companion. All of time and space. Star Trek. This one may be a bit of a cheat, since it's meant to be not an alternate universe but a future-us. And it started out as TV only, but more than enough movies have been made for it to count as a cinematic universe. And the upsides are plentiful: a post-scarcity society with warp drive, transporters, advanced medical science, and a unified humanity. So this is a real contender, for me. On the downside, though, you also have powerful aliens deciding to mess up Earth's day on a regular basis, just like in the MCU. I wouldn't mind living in the Trek universe. Preferably the original timeline, not the Kelvin one. Also, coincidentally, on my current run-through of all the Star Trek episodes / films in chronological order of release, I'm approaching the end of Season 5 of TNG. One of the greatest Trek episodes -- hell, one of the greatest TV episodes -- of all time, in my opinion at least, was The Inner Light. In it, Picard, because of some alien technology, appears to experience the rest of his life on a different world (while he's passed out on the Bridge -- it makes sense in the context of the episode). I just had to mention this here because I was watching it when this prompt came up, and Picard actually got to do what we're talking about, albeit not of his own volition. But I think the winner, for me, is the cinematic universe created by Kevin Smith: The View Askewniverse. It's a lot like our own universe, but with a lot more comedy and nerdy reference jokes. Nootch. |
PROMPT January 5th If you could learn the answer to one question about your future, what would the question be? Hey, why limit it to one question? You can ask all the questions you want and get a true, accurate prediction right here: Ask The Magic 8-Ball! Just think of a question that can be answered "Yes" or "No", concentrate very, very hard, and click on the "Ask" button. Hey, Magic 8-Ball, will I ever get married again? Cannot predict now Whoa, that's a tough one, huh? At least I can choose to avoid doing so. How about something easier? Magic 8-Ball, will I become owned by another cat this year? My sources say no Well, that's kind of a relief. Between my two and my housemate's other two cats, we have reached the limit of catitude just below that of Crazy Cat People (the formula is C=N+2, where N is the number of humans in the house and C is the maximum number of cats before you are a CCP). Anyway, now we're getting somewhere. So, Magic 8-Ball, will the guy who's supposed to rebuild my deck this fall do a good job? As I see it yes Definitely a relief, and this also tells me that he'll actually do it and not make up some excuse to put it off until 2022! Now, Magic 8-Ball, will I manage to end this year sipping cocktails on a tropical island, being fanned by beautiful bikini-clad women while reading good books? Cannot predict now Dammit! We're back to that again. I'll just have to find a way to make that happen on my own. ...I actually had one of those things when I was a kid. Yes, they've been around that long. I guess some relative or other presented it to me as a birthday or Hanukkah gift. I messed with it a little bit, but it didn't take me long to figure out how it worked: 20-sided die (okay, this was before D&D but I already knew about platonic solids) suspended in a semi-opaque liquid inside the black ball. Pretty neat, incredibly simple toy and very clever. It does not, however, predict the future. Of course. Sometimes, amusingly, I could get the icosahedron to balance on an edge at the window, rather than a face, thus representing the true uncertainty of any predictions about the future. There are some things about the future that can be predicted to incredible accuracy, like the next few thousand years' worth of solar eclipses as seen from Earth. Orbital dynamics is well-understood and predictable to a great degree of precision -- and yet, all these predictions assume that nothing happens like a black hole swooping through the neighborhood, or space aliens coming by to mess with the planetary orbits. (Why would they do that? Who knows? I can't tell you how humans think, let alone space aliens.) On the other hand, we can't predict the weather to any degree of accuracy out past a week or so, and the further you go the less accurate the weather report is. The systems involved are simply too complex. Hell, last time they predicted "snow tomorrow," we got a few millimeters of ice and that's about it. Kid Me with his Magic 8-Ball wanted to believe. He really wanted to know what the future actually held, but something in him even then realized that a dollar's worth of plastic and glass wasn't going to cut it. Now, though? My actual answer to the prompt above is "No, I don't think so. Nothing." It's like, when I had a lot of future I wanted to know what would happen, but now that there's not a lot of future left for me, I think I'd rather be surprised. Especially since the alternative would be, as Kid Me eventually discovered, profound disappointment. |
Happy birthday, Emily Being my usual sunny, optimistic self ("sunny" as in "can cause heatstroke, burns, and blindness" and "optimistic" as in "sarcastic"), I've been saying things like "2020 was only the preface" and "flipping a calendar changes nothing but the calendar." One thing I hope I will not do: repeat my 2020 "blogging every day" achievement. Because if I do that, it would mean I will have been stuck at home all year again, rather than traveling like I want to. Not that I can't blog when I travel, usually; it's just that I'm not going to make myself take the time to do an entry every day. I know some people are traveling anyway. With proper precautions and care, it's not in itself hazardous. It's just that, for me, the whole purpose of traveling is to visit breweries and restaurants, and it's a crapshoot as to whether those are open in a particular area or not. Not to mention the mask-averse plague rats that infest nearly every location. Also, the main trip I want to take is to Europe, and last I heard there were still travel restrictions there. Other than that, obviously, I don't know. If 2020 taught me anything, it's that people will believe stupid shit... and that predicting what will happen is useless when external events can fuck everything up. On last year's New Year's Day entry, I wrote: "I have some plans, but life has a way of interfering with them." Prescience? Nah, pessimism. I also wrote in one of its comments: "Seeing the country before it plunges into apocalypse..." with regards to a reason why I traveled a lot in the teens. So really, 2020 didn't change my attitude much. A few things, besides travel, that I would like to do this year: see movies in the theater, drink, do the biweekly Zoom meetings for WDC folks (see yesterday's entry), listen to music, play computer games, blog, learn more French and maybe Dutch, continue doing Comedy and Fantasy newsletters monthly, and attempt to be funny. But like I said. No guarantees, except that there are no guarantees. Paradox! |
I have a confession to make: 2020 wasn't a terrible year for me. Oh, sure, I was visited by the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse. His name is Minor Inconvenience. Death, Pestilence, War, and Famine don't talk about him much. I'm not trying to downplay how horrible the year was for a lot of people. I'm not as self-centered as I sometimes project myself to be. Hence why I call this a "confession." I know it was a really rough year for a lot of folks, and I still don't see it getting any better just because a clock struck midnight. Ideally, I should go on being empathetic toward the plight of others, but right now, with this prompt, I'm just going to take a moment to gloat about how I, personally, was largely untouched by the tides of 2020. I didn't get sick; no one I'm close to died; and life continued to be, as I noted in yesterday's entry, unfair in my favor. Sure, there were things I wanted to do that I couldn't, such as travel, theater movies, and drinking at bars. As I said: minor inconvenience. And there were a few moments of deep despair, but they were mostly fixed with music and alcohol, the combination of which often cures what ails me. There is, of course, no guarantee that this will continue. As I also noted in yesterday's entry, luck can be fickle, and fortunes can reverse at any time. But as far as the big bad wolf of 2020 goes, he didn't manage to huff and puff and blow my house down. One good thing about 2020? I survived it, and even prospered in spite of it. I appreciated all of the comments from yesterday. Some of them made me feel really good indeed. I'm so glad that people get something from what I write in here, sometimes. Another confession: here it is, 12 hours into the new year, and I find myself still drunk from last night. So I don't trust myself to pick Merit Badge recipients at random right at the moment. Perhaps after some more Advil and a nice nap, I'll be able to roll the virtual dice. Bad enough I have to judge and prompt at "The Writer's Cramp" [13+] as soon as I'm done posting this. One thing I'll continue into 2021: mini-contests. So everyone will have another chance soon. Another thing I'll continue: Zoomies. Our next meeting is tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure I'll be sober for the start of that. Probably not the end of it, though. If you haven't chimed in, maybe it's something you'd like to do this year, just to hang out and chat about writing and life in general. You can find more information here:
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