=@Limits that equal Infinity@=
A simple calculus equation:
Evaluate both of the following limits.
Limit x as it approaches 3^-1 (2x/x-3)
Limit x as it approaches 3^-1 (2x/x-3)
Limit x as it approaches 3^+1 (2x/x-3)
Calculus is astounding. I have been infatuated with numbers since I can first remember being introduced to them. I persued a Mathematics degree at the University of Utah. I recall the time I decided to take accelerated Calculus from Proffesor Davis. Calculus I, II, and III. That summer consisted of five hours calculus every day- and innumerable hours in the study hall with the tutors whom we came to love and admire.
We ate, drank, slept calculus. I loved it.
The very contemplation of number generates incredible voltaged action potentials within my nerve cells (spoken from a nursing student).
There is something extraordinary and beautiful about equations.
Numbers.
How the Aesthetic shapes form symbols and produce theorums; solvents to Science, Engineering, and Philososhy.
They combine themselevs in an incredible elegance. An art form that attempts to explain the very performance of Matter.
It is an ineffible music. An ineffible poetry.
It is Mysticism; The Absolute Infinite, Elliptic curves, Modular Forms, and Quatratic reciprocity.
Why is Mathematics beautiful? Ask Aristotle, Galileo Galilei, Johannes Kepler, Paul Erdos, and Bertrand Russell.
posted by Sealegs at 10:00 AM
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Hey, I took calculus I, II, and II at the same time too. It was not an accelerated course, though; I just took them all at once.
Ironically I did better in 2 and 3 than 1!
Calculus is interesting, but I love/hate the mathematical logic and proof courses the most; you can literally feel your brain getting smarter.
Oh,a nd I took down comments and my pictures because I am just too handsome, and people were going wild in the comments and someone learned my name and liked to psot it all the time.
The too much handsomeness thing is the story I'm sticking to, anyhow.
I will probably turn comments back on in a bit because I am working on template changes to allow me to ban people and to kill spambots without the stupid codeword things.
Underhill is as elusive as an underhill chinchilla as of late.
Ah, mathematics. Numbers will never lie to you.
" Why is Mathematics beautiful? Ask Aristotle, Galileo Galilei, Johannes Kepler, Paul Erdos, and Bertrand Russell."
TB: They're not taking my calls: can't you come up with a better idea?
You have truly come into your own lately. A growing talent is exuded in your writing, babe.
This piece truly beautiful. You make math and numbers sound so appealing.
I enjoyed Algebra. But English and Politcs took hold of my interest.
One day you must explain quatratic reciprocity to me over a glass of wine.
mister underhill: i found my brain grew the most when contemplating infinty and the absolute infinite. math commissions the mind to be more creativity than i had previously presumed.
and i'm happy to hear that people have given discussed your entries with you- my encounter with your blog thus far has been a very entertaining one.
hermes: i like the picture... especially the skeletal mariachi band.
Math is wonderfully hard to misperceive.
johnny: Have you been wandering the streets calling out their names to no avail?
Try using a ouiji board- it might be a more productive source than the telephone.
colonial avenue (i love that place): thank ye. i think my writing is more correlated with my passion than anything.
How about a deep discussion of math over extremely unfermented wine or grape juice?
and i'm seriously making you a cd... i miss me roomies!
How about over Chinese take-out? MMmmmm.
And grape juice is perfect
Numbers! Yes they may appear beautiful in your words. And yes I too love numbers. But they are, in fact, just numbers! They only mean something to those who understand them. For all the rest they are confusing symbols that lead to no great value.
And, if you don't mind, what's the answer?
Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to n,
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
And every vector dreams of matrices.
Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
It whispers of a more ergodic zone.
In Riemann, Hilbert, or in Banach space
Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.
Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,
We shall encounter, counting, face to face.
I'll grant thee random access to my heart,
Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;
And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
And in our bound partition never part.
For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel,
Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler,
Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,
Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?
Cancel me not -- for what then shall remain?
Abscissas, some mantissas, modules, modes,
A root or two, a torus and a node:
The inverse of my verse, a null domain.
Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine!
The product of our scalars is defined!
Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind
Cuts capers like a happy haversine.
I see the eigenvalue in thine eye,
I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh.
Bernoulli would have been content to die,
Had he but known such a^2 cos 2 phi
I've only linked you so I can come here the quicker to insult you.
Not that I'll be doing that much.
worse people to insult, you know, but as you side with 'em...
and
it does mean I don't have to go through conceit central :P and bump up her view stats which no doubt she looks at every 5 mins while playing with a ...why am I posting this here?
anyway, for the record...damn, my 5p's just run o
Ha ha! Em don't you find Jonny so delightfully amusing?! Like a cute little puppy in the pet shop. So stupid and not yet potty trained, but you just want to take him up and love him.
Ahhhh jonny, we are so blessed by your presence.
Pirate Mama jamma - We miss you at Colonial Ave. Oh! And potential new gentleman in my sights. We must talk.
thanks!
I've always wanted to be...hey, you said...eurgh!
getaway! getaway! shoo!
dang! and I'd only just eaten...
*sobs*
p.s. for the record,
lascivious, forward young women are a dime a 100 in England.
and they have no class, either.
mister underhill: Excerpt from the Cyberiad by Stanislaw Lem? I'll be deciphering it for the next few whatevers...
censorious johnny: vous êtes plein de folie, mais vous me faites rire
colonial: call me
I'm really impressed with not only the content of the writing, but the quality in which it was written. I wont pretend that I know anything about calculus, but I am impressed that you do.
I think they should give anyone who graduates with a math or CS degree a copy. Have you read it?
miller'smind- thank you
mister underhill- I agree- no, this was my first time reading it.
rire
as in horse?
you ain't gonna sink many medallions on one o'them!
FYI, I've set the record straight on your friend's last blog.
and, of course, I'll be civil here too.
okay
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