Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts

20200930

Mandelbrot set

I've known about the Mandelbrot set and have been familiar with its general shape for years, but have hitherto thought the maths behind it would too hard for the likes of me. Until I started following the Youtube channel mathologer and this video in particular:



Armed with Burkard Polster's simple explanation I wrote a program in VB6. It runs painfully slowly but at least it proves that the concept was not beyond a simple mind like mine. Here are a few screen-shots from my program.  Each one took a minute or so to draw.






If you were presented with images like these without any notion of how they were formed you might conclude that, like the existence of a watch begs a watch-maker, there must have been a designer, and a pretty good one at that because you can zoom into the patterns indefinitely - in short it is a fractal. And yet the Mandelbrot set (which incidentally properly is the black region: the frilly halo is an indication of how close you are to being in the set, and the colours are somewhat arbitrary) comes about because of the simple iterative formula below in which z is a complex number.  If after repeated iterations the modulus of z exceeds 2, then c is not in the set.  And then you plot the set in the complex plane (aka Argand diagram) and that's it. Easy.


I'm reading a book "Homo Lapsus". Whilst I have not yet finished it, the author, who largely accepts the theory of evolution, mentions the evolution of language. Hitherto I had never considered that evolutionists would get their dirty hands on language. Next they'll be onto music which puzzles them because it does not appear to have any evolutionary advantage. She points out that there are many theories as to how language (the skills of which, along with music, sets humans radically apart from all other animals) evolved. Basically no-one knows. But one guy Nome Chomsky believes that language arose instantaneously in humans through a single mutation. That the area in the brain that has been identified as being responsible for language suddenly came about by that mutation. How whacky is that? Niamh's reticence about the evolution of language does not appear to extend to other marvels such as the oft quoted evolution of the human eye. On this subject one site says according to one scientist’s calculations, if the eye improved just 0.005 percent each generation, it would take 364,000 years from eyes to evolve from a patch of light sensitive cells to the complex eyes we have today. But what a facile and nonsensical statement! The only meaning I can thing he attributes to 0.005% is that he wants us to think it is a very small amount.  So now we have: if the eye improved a small amount every 30 years or so it would take...  which is totally meaningless. And having got this far in the book, my author shows herself to be well versed in evolutionary theory but her arguments have so far had the opposite effect to endearing me to that theory. Not that I go along necessarily with the fundamentalist Christian views of a literal six day creation, either. 

I hate the fighting that goes on between evolutionists and the rest of us: apparently the retina is "wired backwards" so that the photo-sensitive rods and cones are behind all the wiring of nerves and I suppose blood vessels. Evolutionists like Dawkins have made fun of intelligent design advocates pointing out that no designer in their right mind would make a retina like that. But more recently scientists are finding out that there is a reason. There are many websites dealing with this for example here.

I hear you asking - so what do I think happened? Well, to be honest, the older I grow the more I realise that I don't know much about anything.  I wasn't there, I don't know anybody that was, and even if I did I couldn't trust their word or my memory.  You may recall that, as a child, I saw an angel standing tall, wings and all, on a chimney opposite my bedroom window. Was it real, a vision, a dream?  I suspect a dream but I don't know. My memory of the angel is vivid enough but of the circumstances I now have no idea. And, other than the experience sticking in my memory, I am not aware of any other benefit it has conferred. 

So much I do not know, but I do know when I smell something wacky. Mind, I don't dismiss an idea just because it is whacky - just that I treat it with the caution it deserves. I don't know about evolution with its millions of years, or about young-earth creation, except that I have noted numerous whackies in both camps, like the Nome Chomsky one above. And should Christians celebrate pagan Christmas? I'm not convinced either way, I don't know.  There is so much fake news on the internet, so many theories about this and that. I don't know what to make of so many, except when I smell a rat. I was brought up in a Christian family and gladly accepted what I was taught about salvation but now, frankly, I am even wobbly about the existence of God himself. I cry constantly for revelation on that one. Sure, I see the arguments (on both sides) but I think a little more is required than consent.

20191224

Christmas eve in Alaska

Ali has this thing about Christmas being a commercialised pagan festival forcing many to get in debt, with any allusion to Christ squeezed out, and that anyway Christ wasn't born in December and therefore no respectable Christian should celebrate it.

I'm not convinced. True, over the past few days I admit I've been over stimulated: what with Wasilla's amatuer performance of "White Christmas", a drive to Anchorage to enjoy a concert in which a friend JA performs followed by dinner at his home where we discussed Jacob Collier's rendition of Moon River.

The concert highlights for me were the brilliantly performed solo "What's this?" from The nightmare before Christmas with such evocative lyrics:

What's this? What's this?

There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes

I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?

There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this? What is this?
There are children throwing snowballs

Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window

Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
Oh, look - What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story

Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?

In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things

They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun

This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?

The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all missing

And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around

I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, hmm


JA (and others) performing at the Family Holiday Pops concert

And then the duet in which JA performs: O Holy Night with its spine-tingly "A thrill of hope... O night divine" lyrics, arranged by the concert conductor Grant Cochran with unexpected but such beautiful harmony. A piano transcription is available on the internet and I intend to figure out the chords sometime.

Jacob Collier

The Jacob Collier experience was only indirectly connected with Christmas but what got me there was: here's a young man (English, by the way, and good looking) who comes across as being "clean", expertly exploring the mechanics and soul of music and opening and freely sharing his findings with the world. Which I see as a gift he is offering me. And the giving of gifts is a Christmas theme.

And then from White Christmas, not my sort of entertainment and yet the lyrics caught me:

I think about a nursery,

And I picture curly heads,
And one by one I count them,
As they slumber,
In their beds.
If you're worried,

And you can't sleep,
Just count your blessings instead of sheep...

And whilst being driven through the streets of Anchorage I see countless decorations, festive trees (think how many LED's made this year's Christmas!), the admittedly occasional nativity scene. And though Christmas might be good business to some, a time to gorge or just family enjoyment for others, there will be few that do not know that its origin, its very name, is about the birth of Christ around which the whole of history pivots. They've tried to inoculate dating with CE and BCE but really it's too late - the stage was set 2000 years ago.


Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King !"





It's early morning here in my son's house in Wasilla, AK: stockings pinned up on the mantelpiece, large (artificial) tree adorned with lights and baubles and gifts beneath, a heartly Christmas dinner to look forward to, and the joy of family time. No, I cannot just dismiss Christmas on the 25th of December. Perhaps there are those for whom it has no religious connotations, but I find it's doing something in my heart.

20121225

Christmas Day

Sarah's indomitable mincemeat pies

Brunch at 1015 at my daughter's so my constitutional run had to be before this. I ran along what we call Goat man's lane via Johnstown, turning right onto the Wicklow Gap to Holywood road, up over the hill, then right again, over a fence into and returning via Holywood woods, then joining the Tulfarris loop, making a detour down to the lake to wash the mud off the dog. These Irish back roads are a bit hard under barefoot: the forest tracks are surprisingly easier going.

11 miles
Christmas is all about eating and we did all of that. What better than mincemeat pies and ginger wine? Christmas is all about family: apart from my older daughter mine has been cast to the uttermost parts of the world. The rest of the community is almost family, but I still felt a bit isolated without Ali.