If you understand every term herein, you have reached the epitome of geekdom. ---------------------------------------------------------- Once upon a time, (1/T) pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling through a field of vectors when she came to the edge of a singularly large matrix. Now Polly was convergent and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she never enter such an array without her brackets on. Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the grounds that it was insufficient and made her way in amongst the complex elements.
Rows and columns enveloped her on all sides. Tangents approached her surface. She became tensor and tensor. Quite suddenly, 3 branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. As she reached a turning point, she tripped over a square root protruding from the erf and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she was differentiated once more, she found herself, 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 coordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. Was she still convergent, he wondered. He decided to integrate improperly at once.
Hearing a vulgar fraction behind her, Polly turned around and saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at once, by his degenerate conic and his dissipated terms, that he was up to no good.
"Eureka," she gasped. "Ho, ho," he said. "What a symmetric little polynomial you are. I can see you are bubbling over with secs." "Oh, sir," she protested. "Keep away from me. I haven't got my brackets on." "Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator. "Your fears are purely imaginary." "I, I," she thought, "perhaps he's homogeneous then." "What order are you?" the brute demanded. "Seventeen," replied Polly. Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on yet?" he asked. "Of course not!" Polly cried indignantly. "I'm absolutelyconvergent." "Come, come," said Curly, "let's off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit." "Never," gasped Polly. "Exchlf," he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience was gone.
Coshing her over the coefficient 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 Polly. All was up. She felt his hand tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever.
There was no mercy, for Curly was a heavyside operator. He integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. The complex beast even went all the way around and did a counter integration. What an indignity to be multiply connected on her first integration. Curly went on operating until he was absolutely and completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no longer piecewise 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 to L'Hopital 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 expression convergent, never allow them a single degree of freedom.
lol i never thought i'd see this before jesus come back -----lyrics for the song--------- Finite Simple Group (of Order Two): The path of love is never smooth But mine’s continuous for you You’re the upper bound in the chains of my heart You’re my Axiom of Choice, you know it’s true
But lately our relation’s not so well-defined And I just can’t function without you I’ll prove my proposition and I’m sure you’ll find We’re a finite simple group of order two
I’m losing my identity I’m getting tensor every day And without loss of generality I will assume that you feel the same way
Since every time I see you, you just quotient out The faithful image that I map into But when we’re one-to-one you’ll see what I’m about ‘Cause we’re a finite simple group of order two
Our equivalence was stable, A principal love bundle sitting deep inside But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms Now everything is so complexified
When we first met, we simply connected My heart was open but too dense Our system was already directed To have a finite limit, in some sense
I’m living in the kernel of a rank-one map From my domain, its image looks so blue, ‘Cause all I see are zeroes, it’s a cruel trap But we’re a finite simple group of order two
I’m not the smoothest operator in my class, But we’re a mirror pair, me and you, So let’s apply forgetful functors to the past And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group, Let’s be a finite simple group of order two (Oughter: "Why not three?")
I’ve proved my proposition now, as you can see, So let’s both be associative and free And by corollary, this shows you and I to be Purely inseparable. Q. E. D.
omg. i watched one minute of that video, and i was on the verge of throwing my monitor out the window before i turned it off. i will pretend i never heard that song and i hope i never encounter a such thing ever again. ever ever ever.
Haha can't understand everything but it was a good read nontheless. In 2,3 years I'll be able to read it again and go "LOL genius", but I'm not good enough yet.
calc 3 is entry level math imo. some of the terms used here relates to mathematical analysis which really dont have any significance till graduate studies.
I'm losing my hair and my vision is shady Last night I dreamt of an overweight lady. But I need a young thing to keep up with my pace To hold me in her arms, and take me straight to second base
I know my calculus It says you + me = us Yeah, oh, sing it Chad, for me I know my calculus It says you + me = us {Oh yeah} Calculus
Semi-Rap: Yeah..haha..C'mon..we're together (we're together) Girl algebra or trigonometry could never equal up to what you do to me So let's intergrate Don't differentiate If you were in my class, there ain't no way I could pass I hate English, gym, and not to mention I can't even afford to pay my attention No philosophy could ever come between us But we'll always have our Calculus
CHORUS I know my calculus It says u + me = us Said I know my calculus It says u + me = us We're together forever, c'mon
Calculus, Calculus [Westsideee] *I think it should be Easttsieeedeee!!
Go go go go go go go go go go (repeat) Ooh baby, oh lord U + me = us
Well, I've never been good at history and I don't give a crap about Robert E. Lee When it comes to cosines, I know a thing or two And I kicked ass on the test about me and you
Chorus
You (U) Plus sign (+) Me (me) Equal sign (=) Us (us)
Girl, no subject comes close to you. 2gether sing it
This actually happened in real life during frosh week. 1. Junior student: "What is the definition of fun (in math)" Senior student: "Integral of e to the x"
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