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 #16
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Well I suppose it’s true. I would never presume to compare meself to Bertie even if we did pass the same test.  If I do belong on the totem pole of this forum’s high-end mathematicians, it’s the lowest part – like the part that’s buried in the ground. :)

 

There is one thing about my magic book of formulae: only one copy of that particular book exists.  My skill set consists primarily of knowing which formula to use. Think of a skilled surgeon who has before his finger tips fine surgical instruments.  He’s an expert at using them but he doesn’t have the skill to create most of them.

 

Of the many formulas in my book, there are many I can derive, but I lack the skill to present most of them formally. Some, like the one mentioned here, I really do not understand it other than in a broad sense based on computerized analysis.   

 

This formula may be one of the most esoteric I have. What that formula was used for is amazing of itself. It was used as part of an iterative series to weight oscillating gravity fields of finite space-time intervals over long time-period intervals. It worked well for areas of less than 70 cubic AUs.    

 

The fact that it would solve Squareroot’s question was intuitive to me more than an immediate recognition of its application –I may not have recognized it except he had posted the result. I’m sure there is more than one way to solve his question.

 

 

Wait  . . . You already put me on the totem pole. This was too easy  . . .  You must be a in a Christmas-y mood.  I’m not going to complain, though.  . . . :)

Dec 26, 2015
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I remember when I was the only mathematician and there were no questions that I could not answer.

 

Yes, that's true, you could answer them all.  The most common question was 2+2 and the most complex question was 9*9.  So it was sort of like coming in first in a one person race.   LOL

 

I remember those days too. I was a troll on here even then. There were no scores then just page view counts—my troll posts were quite high. Still, it was barely worth trolling until Melody cracked her whip and had a few rivers and canals dredged. They all need bridges and that was a great expansion of the old homestead.  This troll started feeling right at home.

 

Here a reference to Melody’s bridge-building skills. 

 

http://web2.0calc.com/questions/how-many-different-ways-can-55-cents-change-be-given-using-nickels-and-or-dimes#r5

 

I’m compelled to write a song

 

Home on the Camel Lot

 

Oh she give me a home where double humpers roam and the troll and the gnome like to play.    . . . 

Where seldom is heard an intelligent word and trolling is done  all cloudy day. 

 

Home, Home on the Camel lot, where chimps climb their trees and throw peels in the breeze while the troll collects his tolls.  How often at night, when the numbers are bright and the troll ponders amaze: should he post to troll the foggy eve or save it for cloudy daze.

 

Home, Home on the Camel lot, where the esquires climb mounts and begin their counts while a knight pushes a bolder uphill. When the city has blight there is a doctor in sight and his bone-saws are fast in hand -- With Tud there’s a thud as the limbs drop to the great Camel lot land. 

 

Home, Home on the Camel lot, where double humpers roam and dinos and ding-bats still play. Where seldom is heard an intelligent word and trolling is done all foggy day. 

 

Hummm . . . I may just take up song writing. 

Dec 26, 2015