Friday, September 19, 2014

(x, why?) Mini: Fun With Tetrominoes

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Decline to recline? The Tetromino's "no"'s.

For more whimsical pondering on these fab four-square puzzle pieces, check out my recent column How Many Colored Tetrominoes?.




Thursday, September 18, 2014

(x, why?) Mini: On a Plane!

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Or maybe get Dierks on a plane? Don't try this at home, especially if the plane isn't level.




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Shakespearean Inequalities

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I'd estimate it as Horatio of 2 to 1.




Thursday, September 11, 2014

Remembering 9-11 and a Long Walk Home

I've pretty much used up the math metaphors for the Twin Towers years ago, so I don't have another comic commemorating the event. Maybe next year. On the other hand, I do have something that I wrote a few years ago in another forum. People from around the country participated, and I was one of the "locals" to the Event there. My story is just one of the millions that could be told that day, and it's hardly one of the more frightening, nor one of bravery and heroism. It's just a first-hand report.

My moderator of the forum asked me the following year if I would mind reposting it. Of course not, and I did. In the years since, she's had my permission to post it if I'm not on by a certain time to do it myself.

My report is here. Just one from the crowd. If anyone wishes to add their stories, please use the comment section. Thank you.



As requested (and as promised):

This was originally posted (I think) in 2005. It's been an annual repost since then.

At about 8:40am on that morning, I was walking into the Court building on Adams Street (actually, the Court St. entrance) in Downtown Brooklyn to start serving jury duty. As luck would have it, I had been halfway to the train station before I’d realized that I’d left my Walkman on the kitchen table, so I didn’t bother going back for it. I figured I’d just get a newspaper. Besides, I didn’t know how well I’d be able to pick up AM inside the building anyway.

I sat in a dark room watching a video on How to Be a Good Juror, oblivious to what was going on right across the river. We were told to relax in the room that they have, and I looked out the window at the Marriot Hotel. Traffic on Adams St was snarled, not moving. Must’ve been an accident on the Brooklyn Bridge, I thought. (It was a block away.)

People were standing around outside the hotel. Must be waiting for a tour bus or something. What did I know.

Fire trucks and ambulances started flying by on the wrong side of Adams Street, which had no traffic. Okay, traffic doesn’t come into Brooklyn much in the morning, but something was odd here. I had been facing 180 degrees from where I needed to be looking.

Finally, they had made an announcement. America was at war, under attack. The World Trade Center and the Pentagon had been destroyed. They were trying to get coverage on the TV sets in the jury rooms. I don’t think they succeeded. Even if they wanted to, only CBS would be available because it still broadcast from the Empire State Building.

People were beside themselves, many broke down, everyone was rushing for the payphones. I met a woman who had been listening to her radio. She let me share her earbuds. She was shaken and needed a cigarette. I don’t smoke, but I walked her to the smoking room. (There was one on the floor. Quite a few people were there.)

We were dismissed. Not much was going to get done in the Court building that week. Groups of people huddled outside with questions, comments, gossip and hearsay. Some of the lawyers said they saw it happen. What kind of plane was it?

Does anyone know if the trains are running? What about the buses? No trains. No LIRR. A few buses and they’re all packed. It was time to start walking and no one wanted to walk alone. We walked in groups.

Dust was falling from the sky in downtown Brooklyn like a dirty snow that was covering the cars. Papers fell too. We started walking up Atlantic Avenue. People were wandering around with their cell phones out trying to get a signal. no luck.

We took a turn down Third Avenue. I needed to. I wanted to stop at my mother’s house. It was a good resting point for me. The group I’d tagged along with decided to join me. One guy stopped in a hardware store for masks and passed them out.

When we passed Third St and reached the Gowanus Canal, we had our first real look. It was like a scene out of a bad movie. The skyline was there. But the Towers were missing. Just a terrible column of smoke and a cloud drifting our way.

We didn’t stay long. We kept walking. I made it to my mother’s house and said good-bye to the others. Some were walking all the way to Staten Island. One who had joined our group had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge — after having walked down 50 floors of Tower 1. God was looking out for him.

I watched some of the coverage until the trains were running again. I took one that left me about a mile or so from my inlaws, the meeting place for the rest of the family. I stopped in at St. Athanasius on the way. I hadn’t been there since a wedding about 15-20 years earlier. I stayed for a little while and walked the rest of the way.

Thankfully, my wife, who worked at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge on the Manhattan side had evacuated immediately before the trains had stopped running.

It’s not a walk that I’ll ever forget.



Mom isn't there anymore and my "resting place" won't be around much longer, either, sadly. Just more things to remember about that day.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

(x, why?) Mini: HOTS!

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Should've thought that out more ... at a higher order.




Saturday, September 06, 2014

How Many Colored Tetrominoes?

Question: How many different colored tetrominoes are there if we allow only four colors total?

Second question: What the heck is a tetromino?

Dominoes are a great game with rectangle tiles, composed of two adjacent squares with certain numbers of pips on them. A tetromino is a group of four adjacent squares, each sharing at least one side with at least one other square. In other words, those little falling shapes made popular in the game Tetris, and all of its knock-off variations, as seen below:

There are five basic arrangements, if you allow for reflection. (That is, if you allow for picking a piece up and flipping it over.) If you only allow for rotation, then there are seven shapes, each of which can be designated a letter of the alphabet to describe it.

In most games, the shapes are different colors because a) it's a great visual, and b) it's a clue to the player that, say, a "J" is falling not an "L". Ditto for the "S" and "Z" pieces.

As with any successful game, there have been many imitations and variations. Even games that are somewhat unrelated produce their own variations, which are suddenly similar to Tetris. I've seen a few of these where the pieces, for a multitude of reasons, are multicolored instead of monocolored, as shown below:

This lead me to thinking about the number of possible colored blocks that could fall in the game of varying shapes and color schemes. My only arbitrary limit was that each block had to contain each of the same four colors. (Naturally, I picked red, yellow, green, and blue, pretty much by default.)

First instinct is to use the Counting Principle: the number of shapes times the number of four-color arrangements. That would give us (7) X (4!), or 7 X 24 = 168.

Unfortunately, first instincts may put you on the right track, but they sometimes leave things out. In this case, we can't forget about rotational symmetry.

The I piece (the line) has rotational symmetry of Order 2. If you rotate it 180 degrees, it looks the same. That makes it the same twice in one 360-degrees rotation. The S and Z pieces also have Order 2 symmetry. The O piece (the square) has rotational symmetry of Order 4. If you rotate it 90 degrees, it looks the same. That makes it the same four times in one 360-degrees rotation.

So we have 3 shapes with 4! color variations, 3 with 4!/2 variations and 1 with 4!/4 variations: 3 X 24 + 3 X 12 + 1 X 6 = 72 + 36 + 6 = 114 possible tetrominoes.

For some reason, I feel better knowing this, and maybe it won't distract me so much next time I play one of these games on the train where I have no wifi. (A Tetris Offensive, perhaps?)

(As always, you're free to correct my math. In the event of an actual mistake, I'll edit my work and pretend I have no idea what you're talking about.)

Friday, September 05, 2014

Closed!

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Everyone goes to Six. But he still have to follow the Four.

This would be a Math Movie Quote, but it doesn't have a number. Previous quotes came from the American Film Institute Top 100 Quotes list, but Casablanca has so many good lines that they only picked a few to include.

By the way, Casablanca, like many other wonderful movies, is celebrating its 75th anniversary, but I guess I missed it on TV. If you have the chance, see it in a movie theater. Seriously, the first time I saw the film was 25 years ago, on its 50th anniversary re-release. My girlfriend (now my wife) found out two years earlier that I'd never seen the movie and she banned me from watching it on TV (where it would've been chopped up for commercials) because she knew it would be released.

That same year, I saw Gone With the Wind for the first time as well -- at Radio City Music Hall, where they showed the restored edition. The movies saw a Golden Year in 1939, which gave us The Wizard of Oz and Mr. Smith Goes to Washington among many others.




Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Roman LOGIC

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LOG 99 = 1996/1000.

Quick bit of research revealed that while the Romans had neither fractions (as we know them) nor decimal points (nor place values, for that matter), they did have expressions for certain parts of whole. In particular, they had words for 1/12, 1/24, 1/48, 1/72, 1/144, and 1/288. The names for the latter three are very similar according to one source, unfortunately, searching on the word for 1/72 (scriptulum), I was informed by several other sites that that word actually meant 1/288.

Whichever word it was, the Romans had a system for "one off", by putting a prefix like "de" in the front, it would mean one 1/72 off the whole, which would mean 71/72. In this case, whichever that word was, one plus that fraction would be the closest approximation to log10 99.

Well, it would be if they'd had logarithms.

Sure! If they actually had them, I'd love for you to post a link in the comment section! Thank you for asking!




Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Mini: Favorite Part of School

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BSOQ: Big Square On Quad.




Monday, September 01, 2014

Cybermen

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I'm waiting for the NFL to be Upgraded.

More good-natured fun can be found in yesterday's column Real-World Math: Bushels of Fun.




Sunday, August 31, 2014

Real-World Math: Bushels of Fun

Author's Note: I started writing this yesterday (Saturday), but by the time I returned home, there wasn't time to finish it and clean it up. I worked on it this morning, but all references to "today" were really yesterday.

There are four pecks in a bushel. I know this because my mother loved me a bushel and a peck. She'd tell me this all the time in song. Okay, so I was never sure what a "peck" was. Something chickens do, right? And those little kisses on the cheek, too. So four pecks would be two kisses on each check. One extra would make a bushel and a peck. At least, it would to a six-year-old.

Seriously, I knew what a bushel was -- it was a large basket that you could fill with fruit or other farm produce. In particular, tomatoes, which I'll get back to.

Now, in this day of metric measure, you may ask how many liters of tomatoes are in a bushel? Or should it be kilograms?

The answer is: who cares? The more important question is "how many jars of sauce will it make?" The answer to which is, about 18, if you're lucky. Not overly precise and not very scientific but quite an accurate estimate. Then again, maybe it is scientific since this is empirical evidence: we got an average of 18 jars per bushel. That's correct: I said "average". It wasn't precisely the same for each bushel. How could it be? (And do we really know?)

Today was Tomato Jarring Day aka Sauce Day. We started with five bushels of tomatoes. When everything was cut, boiled, strained, and boiled again, we had put 90 jars of sauce to bed, wrapped in blankets. We could do the math on this and convert it, if we wanted to:

One bushel is 35.293 liters, although the decimal portion would be silly because there's no way to know that we had precisely 1.0 bushels. Let's call it 35.3 liters. That makes five bushels equal to 176.5 liters.

In the end, we filled 90 one-quart jars with sauce. Ninety quarts is about 85.2 liters. So 176.5 liters of tomatoes created 85.2 liters of tomato sauce? Wow! That's odd! Half of the tomatoes disappeared? Was there that much skin and garbage and rot that we tossed aside? Nah, couldn't be. It's just that we're comparing two different quantities ... with the same units.

That Metric System sure is complicated and confusing in Real Life, aint it! (And don't get me started that "metric" means a standard of measurement, so metric measure means . . . you get the picture).

Converting it to metric does nothing for me. It's very scientific, but not particularly practical for us non-scientists who just want to think about the next couple years' worth of pasta-based meals. (And chicken parm, of course.)

But moving on from this. I am kidding, of course, but not by much. There are those who will insist that there is inherent beauty in the metric system's sets of ten this and then that all connected in a unified theory of scientific terms that apply to no one's life outside of academia and rocket science. Yes, rocket science is important and I'm all for it! But I -- and just about everyone I know -- will never participate in it. Get me the Moon, and I might change my tune!

Speaking of tunes...

There was much Beauty in my mother's singing. And she wasn't alone and Bushel and a Peck was hardly a one-in-a-million tune. I knew the words to Five-Foot-Two, Eyes of Blue before I was three-feet tall! No one will ever sing "157 point 5 Centimeters, Eyes of Wavelength 475 Nanometers"

To quote something that I think I read in one of my grandmother's Readers Digests several decades ago: "Who would walk a million kilometers for one of your thermometers?" Not Al Jolson. (Or Fred Mertz, either!). Or the Proclaimers. Or Venessa Carlton. Or ... you get the picture. Or, rather, the song.

Feet, inches, yards, miles... we know what they are, and what they are are musical and memorable. They're all different? They're all beautiful, like the rolling hills across the countryside. Imagine every mountain was the same size. Would you still climb one because it was there, if it was like the one next to it? Would you fly halfway around the world to climb one?

I'll take the ten miles of smiles or even ten feet of sleet, over meters of liters or liters of meters. I'll even take bushels of pecks 'til I'm filled to the gills. All 297.89 of them. Now, excuse me, it's time for some pasta; we needed four pounds to feed everyone.

Friday, August 29, 2014

(x, why?) Is In TV-Tropes

As many of you are probably aware(*), there is a website called TV Tropes which details those cliches and shortcuts writers take when trying to add little plot twists or just get to the end of the story quicker. And they cover a lot more than just TV. In fact, they have pages detailing webcomics, and I've made no secret of the fact that I'd love to be listed in there or have my page appear as examples as any of the tropes pages. However, I didn't want to add my own material there.

And as of tonight, (x, why?) has its own page. And I didn't do it!!! I was alerted to it by this post on Twitter:

I encourage anyone with an account to add examples, good or bad. (I can take it! I think.) Or as Mr. Taylor (of Taylor's Polynomials fame) says, let him know, and he'll add them.

I can't wait to see what shows up. And I might sneak in a few examples of my own. It's okay! I'll have Greg do it.

(*) If you weren't aware of it, I am not responsible for the 3-6 hours (or more) you may lose, in a blink, from endless clicking on extra links.