It’s my birthday. Ha haa!
Those of you who have enjoyed the guessing games from previous years (2003 2004) may have a bit more difficulty this year; I can’t find anything interesting to say about my age this year. It’s not a cube, it’s not perfect, it’s not a third power. Even the Wikipaedia struggles before coming up with such lame attempts as it being the atomic number of copper and the number of bones in the skull, although it is prime (and apparently a primorial and Sophie Germain and half a twin prime as well). In fact, I would almost go so far as to say that it is the first number without any interesting properties, except that (and those of you who know some maths will already know this bit) that being the lowest dull number is in itself an interesting property, and therefore it is an interesting number after all! Interesting solely in its dullness. I know a couple of people like that.
Anyway, this new release of Stuart Langridge Esq does leave me staring down the barrel of middle age; the next milestone on my personal road to death has the number “30” carved on it. Ouch. I’ll be thirty! And have a sports car, which means that people will accuse me of having a midlife crisis. Not the Faith No More song, either. Nevertheless, it is my birthday. Had a very entertaining meal last night with Jono and Sooz, cut short when Niamh was sick (which was not nice). I hope she feels better today; everyone has been ill recently. Mr Bacon himself has been struck the worst, actually getting bronchitis, but Sam’s been off work for a week, I was off for two days, Sooz is starting to get it now as well; what hideous disease is it that is ripping through my family and friends? Maybe someone at work gave it to me. Anyone want to offer me a different job? Drop me a mail :)
It is nice to have a birthday, though. I’m going shopping for clothes, because I don’t have enough. More news on that as it happens.
And this is Staring down the barrel, written , and concerning Musings
Comments
kNo'
Senji
Happy birthday! (a day late…)
Gary Fleming
Also a day late, but Happy Birthday! 30? Christ, that’s almost like being ear-marked for death. :P
Ronaldo
A day late as well, Happy Birthday! :-)
as days pass by » The wonderful world of mathematics
[...] At the Wolves LUG meeting last night, we got into a discussion of mathematics (see, I told you these meetings were exciting). Jono took the Luddite position that maths was extremely boring and of no relevance to the real world, a position that I imagine he’s not the only person to hold. So I tried convincing him that maths was interesting and had a point, but didn’t get very far. The attempt to demonstrate its interestingness was by relating a couple of maths anecdotes. Firstly, Euler’s formula, eiπ + 1 = 0, which relates the five most fundamental constants in mathematics and is the clearest evidence I know of of some kind of underlying order in the universe, since e and π are both transcendental and i is imaginary and yet they combine to make 1. Jono liked that one. Secondly, I talked about Hilbert’s Hotel, since I think stuff to do with infinities is fascinating and the idea of a full hotel being able to accommodate one new guest, an infinite number of new guests, and an infinite number of coaches each with an infinite number of guests on board is just mind-blowing. That one didn’t go down too well, so I abandoned my third attempt, which was to talk about the difference between aleph-null and the continuum (which is handy since I can’t remember how to prove there is such a difference without Cantor’s diagonal proof and you need pen and paper to demonstrate that). So, I throw the question open. Since I’ve had snarky maths comments every year when I play guess-the-age on my birthday (2003 2004 2005), I assume there are some mathematically capable people reading this. Tell me some examples of how mathematics is beautiful and simple and elegant that can be used to convince a non-maths person what you see in the tumbling world of numbers. Note that the last part is important; if you think that Andrew Wiles’ proof of Fermat’s last theorem is elegant and beautiful then I don’t want to hear about it. I spoke a little about axioms, with the intention of then going on to Russell’s Principia Mathematica and then knocking it all down with Gödel, but we never got that far. The second thing to demonstrate is that maths is really relevant to the real world and has a point. I talked a little about how pure maths came up with i as a pointless theoretical concept and it then turned out to be useful in electrical engineering, but we never got very far into that. So, again, the question’s open. Demonstrate to a non-maths person why maths is important to the real world. Answers involving the phrases “joy of discovery” or “sacred guild of scholars” or similar are not wanted here. These also have to be semi-constructive demonstrations: when Dan presented the argument that “maths describes quantum physics and that’s where computers come from”, there was no clear recognition by our Luddite audience that that actually meant anything. How does maths make quantum physics work? Speak on, maths readers. [...]
as days pass by » Turning thirty
[...] I am thirty years old. Over the last few years (2005 2004 2003 ) there’s been a little guessing game for you all to play, but not this year. I am thirty. Blimey. That’s all grown up, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve got a mortgage and a daughter and whatnot, so I suppose I am grown up, and I pretty much like it. I drink red wine and everything. A whole new decade. I barely remember not being in my twenties. Here comes ten more years of doing cool things, except now there’s a three at the beginning. And I’ll probably be doing them in sensible shoes. Bring it on. [...]
as days pass by » Blog Archive » My week
[...] It’s my birthday. I was born a prime number of years ago (a Mersenne prime and a lucky prime, in fact). In two years I’ll be as old as Jesus, which is something to look forward to. And the number of my years is also the Turkish slang term for masturbation. No, I don’t know why either. Speak on, Turkish readers. Those of you who are neither Turkish nor mathematicians (or indeed either, which would exclude Paul Erdos, unless he was Hungarian) and therefore don’t know what a Mersenne prime is might find the golden figure easier to work out if you first of all knew that my age is now one less than a power of two and secondly reviewed the 2005, 2004, and 2003 versions of this game. Those of you who are wholly mathematically incompetent should review the 2006 version and add one. If even that is beyond your abilities, then find the nearest person to you wearing glasses and ask them for help. I’ll be busy over here putting candles on the cake. [...]
Hey! Happy birthday, Aq!