Food for thought
Feb. 8th, 2003 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarigwaemirAd Mundo Exteriore,
For some mysterious reason, my iBook can now connect to MSN. Hopefully, this new whim of the laptop will continue long enough for me to enjoy it. For someone who grew up in a computer retail store and helped put together computers since age 4, I'm terribly superstitious about using them.
(And who cares about unclear antecedents? Nyah, grammatical conscience.)
Speaking of superstition and mysticism in inappropriate places, think about this for a while:
There is a theorem that says that any function that maps a matrix to its linear map counterpart is bijective. In other words, it is about a function that maps to functions.
It's not wholly self-referential, but it does come close to a Strange Loop or tangled isomorphism, doesn't it?
Also, think about this one:
If you transform an invertible matrix into the identity matrix by performing a certain sequence of elementary row operations, you can obtain the inverse of the matrix by applying the same sequence to the identity matrix itself.
If you don't look too closely at the proof, it seems downright magical.
Had a bizarre conversation with a fellow schoolmate while coming home from SHP today. Person in question will go unnamed in order to protect his pride, though you'll probably know who he is anyway. (After all, how many boys in real life actually would hold a conversation with me, bizarre or otherwise, without having it lapse quickly into silence or unpleasantness?) Anyway, he was talking about the pressure his parents put on him, and it made me realize how lucky I am, as the only daughter of immigrants, to have parents who know that they can't push me into a mold in order to guarantee my success in life. Also, how lucky I am that even though my parents expect a lot from me, I expect even more from myself, so that I don't feel that my parents think me worthless. And finally, how lucky I am that I talk to Mother and Father as if they were my friends—we fight and argue, but I never feel as if they are completely arbitrary and unfair to me, simply because I'm a child. Nor do I feel as if communication with them is impossible.
It was a rather sobering experience, actually.
...Tari
For some mysterious reason, my iBook can now connect to MSN. Hopefully, this new whim of the laptop will continue long enough for me to enjoy it. For someone who grew up in a computer retail store and helped put together computers since age 4, I'm terribly superstitious about using them.
(And who cares about unclear antecedents? Nyah, grammatical conscience.)
Speaking of superstition and mysticism in inappropriate places, think about this for a while:
There is a theorem that says that any function that maps a matrix to its linear map counterpart is bijective. In other words, it is about a function that maps to functions.
It's not wholly self-referential, but it does come close to a Strange Loop or tangled isomorphism, doesn't it?
Also, think about this one:
If you transform an invertible matrix into the identity matrix by performing a certain sequence of elementary row operations, you can obtain the inverse of the matrix by applying the same sequence to the identity matrix itself.
If you don't look too closely at the proof, it seems downright magical.
Had a bizarre conversation with a fellow schoolmate while coming home from SHP today. Person in question will go unnamed in order to protect his pride, though you'll probably know who he is anyway. (After all, how many boys in real life actually would hold a conversation with me, bizarre or otherwise, without having it lapse quickly into silence or unpleasantness?) Anyway, he was talking about the pressure his parents put on him, and it made me realize how lucky I am, as the only daughter of immigrants, to have parents who know that they can't push me into a mold in order to guarantee my success in life. Also, how lucky I am that even though my parents expect a lot from me, I expect even more from myself, so that I don't feel that my parents think me worthless. And finally, how lucky I am that I talk to Mother and Father as if they were my friends—we fight and argue, but I never feel as if they are completely arbitrary and unfair to me, simply because I'm a child. Nor do I feel as if communication with them is impossible.
It was a rather sobering experience, actually.
...Tari
