#euler's method

[jadagul]

I realized you can "prove" the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus by using Euler's method for solving differential equations. It's a fun way t

This week I decided to write something more directly in my wheelhouse, and talk about an unusual way to prove the fundamental theorem of calculus. This doesn't have any direct action items for you take away in your daily life, but it's a fun bit of math!

[s-bahn-so]

2017

so verstehe ich mathe.

die formel ja nicht, haha.

aber schon sehr cool.

[bean-on-a-cloud]

calc bc? MORE LIKE CALC BULL CRAP AM I RIGHT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH......  *starts breaking down*

[orgy-of-nerdiness]

So, yeah, um, this happened for extra credit in my math class

[ataraxias]

oh my god, the calc ap is tomorrow

it's still sinking in

spanish and art history were, as expected, scarring

[hornraven]

i think the glory of euler’s method applied to prose is that you don’t need the answer. you just need something close, something that hints at the behaviour of human emotion. we may never know where it will take us, but we can approximate where we are, and that’s enough. and it’s okay if your writing stems from other voices, just as every mathematical proof uses the proofs that came before it as a basis and a springboard. 

— nympheline

Yes, I suppose you're right. A step in one direction, maybe straying from the original idea, followed by step in another direction that is a little bit closer to that idea--as long as the steps aren't ridiculously huge, the reader can still make the connection in his mind. Writing has always been about prediction and approximation.

Still, if I am to draw from others, I must nevertheless stamp my own essence on what I write. I must sculpt the concept into something I can work with. I don't want to write something that doesn't feel true.

Sometimes I feel like I am bounded by the medium itself!

Language is a sorry approximation, as the meaning is always too big for the words; I can write volumes on a single thought and still have a little bit left over that I still cannot convey. There's always just a little dollop of meaning that gets left behind after you try to force it into the steady concreteness of a sentence.

To state it in simpler terms, I guess my real problem is that I am uninspired. "Inspiration," of course, is about the most diaphanous and wraith-like concept possible on which to rely. It floats about vaguely somewhere in the air, in that weird psychological ghost of ambiguity we term a "soul," or perhaps in that other strange little anomaly we call the "heart." I can't explain it. I've yet to meet someone who can. But I've lost it, and now I find myself without a guide. 

Thank you for replying so thoughtfully.

Hang on--I think that's the second time you've put something genuinely well-thought-out in my inbox!

I knew there was a reason I followed you. I've read some of your blog.

You have one of those unusually-perceptive eyes that expresses itself through lowercase letters, conjunctions of adjectives that shouldn't make sense--but do--and occasional caustic whiplash-wit. I love writers like you.

THANK YOU FOR READING MY RANT

 WHY AREN'T THE PARAGRAPH BREAKS WORKING? Great, now this looks like a great, big, unfriendly, uncultured wall of text.

[stayhypnotized-blog]

hey guys, imma name my child Euler

and confuse the fuck out of everyone with it's pronunciation!