Turn your mouse into a cryogenic chamber. (for lego people)
Didn’t take Snopes long to update their Washington Redskin’s presidential prediction myth.
It looks like it will be Math Thursday today on this blog so it seems like a good time to post the story about the quest to prove Fermat’s last theorem.
There can be no problem in the field of physics, chemistry or biology that has so vehemently resisted attack for so many years. Indeed E.T. Bell predicted that civilisation would come to an end as a result of nuclear war before Fermat’s Last Theorem would ever be resolved. Nonetheless young Wiles was undaunted. He promised himself that he would devote the rest of his life to addressing the ancient challenge.
What is his famous equation?
xn + yn = zn , where n is any number greater than 2.
According to Fermat, none of these equations could be solved, and he noted this in the margin of his Arithmetica. To back up his theorem he had developed an argument or mathematical proof, and following the first marginal note he scribbled the most tantalising comment in the history of science:
Cuius rei demonstrationem mirabilem sane detexi hanc marginis exiguitas non caperet.
I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
I think I have come across this site before but it may have been before I had a blog. This is a terrific site if you are a space buff and want to find some info out about the Saturn rocket or Apollo capsule.
Everything you wanted to know about String Theory but were afraid to ask.
A cool article about how Thomas Keneally’s brief stop into a shop inspired him to write about Oskar Schindler.
Every writer hears that sentence. People without an idea of how long a book takes to write pass on the tale of an amusing uncle or aunt, along with the strange addendum: I could write it if I had nothing else to do. The suggestion is sometimes passed on tentatively, sometimes with the sincere expectation that the writer will answer, Wow! That he will drop to his knees and embrace this jewel of a story. That it will take him a few weeks’ leisure to produce the finished manuscript.
But I had never heard the words pass the lips of a soul so vivid, so picaresque, so full of life, as Poldek.
I said, ‘What is it?’
He said, ‘I was saved, and my wife was saved by a Nazi. I was a Jew imprisoned with Jews. So a Nazi saves me, and more important saves Mischa. So although he’s a Nazi, to me he’s Jesus Christ. Not that he was a saint. He was all-drinking, all-black marketeering, all-screwing. Okay? But he got Mischa out of Auschwitz, so to me he is God.’
Lame but computer related and Beatles related so I am posting it.