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Not for the faint of art. |
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. |
Back in November of 2019, as part of a round of 30 Day Blogging Challenge, I answered the call of a prompt ("Besides music, what are some of your favorite sounds?") with a loud silence: "Hush" ![]() When I dig into the past on these weekly adventures, I try not to repeat myself. This one came up at random, today, and I got the feeling that I'd Revisited it before. But, searching around, I didn't find any evidence that I'd done that. Perhaps I'd simply come across this one in another search. When a blog spans 18 years (albeit with a long hiatus in there) and nearly three thousand entries, I suspect it would tax anyone's memory, and mine more than most. As for the entry itself, it's short and contains no external quotes. A while back, I vaguely recall, there was a 30DBC prompt that asked the old question: would you rather be deaf or blind? And I said something like, I despise 75% of all sounds, but the other 25% is music, and I wouldn't want to live without music. While true, I do prefer to be able to hear. If someone has the dedication to swing back and look at what I actually wrote, and finds that it's something different from that, and calls me on it, well, congratulations. This is a universal bit of sarcasm. I don't doubt that I've contradicted myself before, or remembered different details. I don't really mind the little sounds that accompany everyday existence: the hooting birds, the rustling leaves, that sort of thing, but I can't say they're my favorite sounds. Bird chirping, especially, can really get on my nerves. At first, I thought Silent Spring was aspirational. I've been known to reject potential romantic partners if they're the kind of people who leave the TV on all day for "background noise." Seems like this is less an issue now, with more people doing deliberate streaming. I also have no problem with (most) music being used as background noise. At this point, though, and even back when I wrote this, I was done with the whole "romantic partner" nonsense. Not to mention that a non-trivial reason why I never wanted kids is because children noises make me meshuggah. It wasn't the deciding factor (that was, well, look around), but it was definitely on my list. If I can't listen to music, I prefer silence, or as close to it as I can get. Still true. Not that I'd want to be deaf; not just because of music but because I like to have some advance warning that someone is trying to sneak up on me - less likely to have such warning if there were a lot of background noise. No one's successfully snuck up on me in over 20 years, so this must be working. So, between yesterday's prompt and today's, I suppose I've been outed as someone who prefers both silence and darkness. Hello darkness, my old friend. |