[Chat - Thanks Steve G]
Steve,
Thanks for the chuckles, which have made the learning easier for me.
A young mathematician and a young engineer were both enamored of a
farmer's daughter in Morton's Corners, deep in the woods. The farmer
had studied math through LaPlace Transforms, imaginary numbers, and
partial differential equations (he was growing New Age wheat and free
range chickens).
The mathematician asked if he could escort the farmer's daughter to
the Amati Ball, to be held when the proverbial Ship Comes In. The
farmer replied that he could, but when they danced at the ball, they
had to first dance apart, and with each succeeding dance the
mathematician could come no closer to his daughter than 1/2 the
distance between them during the prior dance. The mathematician was
crestfallen, because he knew that no matter how many times he danced
with the farmer's daughter, he would never be able to touch her. He
shuffled away, muttering about occem's (sp?) razor.
The next day, the engineer asked if he could escort the farmer's
daughter to the Amati Ball, and received the same instructions. The
engineer leapt for joy, rented a tux, and danced the night away (or
at least part of it). Seems the engineer knew that after only a few
dances he could come close enough for all practical purposes.
Good luck to us all,
Bozo T. Clown
P.S. Hope everybody gets to dance when the Proverbial Ship comes in. |
