Is Mathematics beautiful?

later12

For most people, not really.

chucken1

I've only 2 thumbs and 8 fingers..after that it gets confusing

Sarky

We say mathematics is beautiful just to get it into bed.

Storminateacup

Stop asking me to figure out where your x is, maths. She's gone and she is never coming back. :mad:

Wereghost

Maths is elegant in its consistency. There is no arbitrary b.s.

chucken1

Storminateacup

If only you could see what I could see
you'd see why I want you so desperately
you don't know your beauttttttt eee full!

Oranage2

Beautiful maybe


Sexy?

Morag

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it sure can be sexy.

"Pretty Polynomial and Curly Pi

Once upon a time (1/T) , there was a pretty polynomial. One day, she was strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the boundary of a singularly large matrix. Polly was convergent, and her mother made it an absolute condition that she never enter such an array without her brackets on. Polly, however, had changed her variable that morning and was feeling particularly linearly behaved, so she ignored this condition on the basis that it
was insufficient and made her way amongst the complex elements.

Rows and columns closed in on her from all sides. Tangents approached her apace. She becme tensor and tensor. Quite suddenly two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost her sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. As she reached a turning point, she tripped over a square root that was protruding from the ground, and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she rounded off once more,
she found herself inverted, apparently alone in a non-Euclidean space.

She was being watched, however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear co-ordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. He wondered, was she still convergent? He decided to integrate improperly at once. Hearing a common fraction behind her, Polly rotated and saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at once by his degenerate conic and his dissipative terms that he was bent on no good.

"Arcsinh!"she gasped. "Ho, ho," he said, "what a symmetic little asymptote you have. I can see that your angles have a lot of secs."
"Oh! Sir," she protested, "keep away from me. I haven't got any brackets on."
"Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator. Your fears are purely imaginary." "I, i?" she thought, "perhaps he's not but homologous"
"What order are you?" the brute demanded.
"Seventeen"
Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on?" "Of course not," Polly replied quite properly. "I'm absolutely convergent."

"Come, come," said Curly." Lets go off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit!"
"Never!" gasped Polly.
"Abscissa!" he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience was gone.
Coshing her over the co-efficient with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities.He stared at her significant places and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor, poor Polly! The algorithmic method was now her only hope. She felt his hand tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever.

There was no mercy, for Curly was a heavy-side operator. Curly's radius squared
itself,Polly's loci quivered. He integrated by parts. He integrated by patial fractions. After he co-factored, he performed Runge-Kutta on her. The complex beast even went all the way around and did a contour integration. What an indignity - to be multiply connected on her very first integration! Curly went on operating until he satisfied he hypothesis; then he exponentiated and became completely orthogonal.

When Polly got home that night her mother noticed that she was no longer piece-wise continuous, but had been truncated in several places. But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly's denominator increased monotonically. Finally she went over to L'Hospital and generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the place and drove Polly to deviation.

The moral of our sad story is this...
If you want to keep your expressions convergent, then never allow them a single degree of freedom."

Sarky

What's purple and commutes?

An Abelian Grape!

chucken1

What do you call a teapot of boiling water on top of mount everest?
A high-pot-in-use

MariaPKensit

The Joy of mathematics will be globally expressed when the CERN researchers confirm the existence of the Higgs Boson. Does it get any better than that?

Sarky

Well, I'm assuming the Higgs Boson won't give them blowjobs and pudding.

Fago!

The higgs boson isn't real Sarky, you LIME!!! It's a fictional entity used by the Russians to distract the japanese from their real problems. Kind of a clever rouse!

chucken1

S'true Fago!

Now the nest is just stupid...wheres the silly???

*sigh*

Fago!

chucken1 wrote: »

S'true Fago!

Now the nest is just stupid...wheres the silly???

*sigh*

Here!

Oranage2

Fago! wrote: »

Here!

Thats just a parrelle of windows

Fago!

Trip-ee!

later12

Internet Explorer?

Papa?

Mr. Boo

chucken1

Capt'n Midnight

http://mathworld.wolfram.com/HeartSurface.html

A heart-shaped surface given by the sextic equation
(x^2+9/4y^2+z^2-1)^3-x^2z^3-9/(80)y^2z^3=0

(Taubin 1993, 1994). The figures above show a ray-traced rendering (left) and the y=0 cross section (right) of the surface.

A slight variation of the same surface is given by
(2x^2+2y^2+z^2-1)^3-1/(10)x^2z^3-y^2z^3=0

(Nordstrand, Kuska 2004).

See also Bonne Projection http://mathworld.wolfram.com/BonneProjection.html

Sarky

Heh. "Sextic".

hondasam

my head hurts