#graph math science

[noosphe-re]

The infinite diamond lattice consists of layers of graphite sheets Manuel, Paul & Xavier, Antony & Therese, Stanislaus & Arokiaraj, Andrew. (2016). A CLASS OF PERFECT DOMINATION PROBLEMS ON DIAMOND LATTICES. International Journal of Pure and Applied Mathematics. 109. 115-123. 10.12732/ijpam.v109i7.15.

[noecturnalstudies]

I hate being the cliché of "can do computer science/maths but can't go to appointments because there are too many people and unknown factors" but it is true for me.

Maybe I should look a bit more into autism.

[elation0]

A112798: Table where n-th row is factorization of n, with each prime p_i replaced by i. vs A122111: Self-inverse permutation of the positive integers induced by partition enumeration in A112798 and partition conjugation.

[frog707]

(from June 2023)

Note: In runtime formulas, computer scientists don't ignore the constant term because it "doesn't have a big effect". They ignore it because they're trying to establish an upper bound for problems of every size. (This is a common misconception about the big-O notation used in computer science.)

[highlyentropicmind]

Has anyone made a statistical analysis on tumblr's reblog maps?

I've noticed something interesting, but first I need to establish a few definitions

Flower: If a node is connected to at least 6 other nodes it is a "flower" (we could also use "hub" but I like my math whimsy)

Why six? Because hexagons are mathematically interesting

Distance between flowers: The distance between flowers refers to the number of nodes you have to pass through before reaching another flower. Those nodes can be flowers themselves, or not

Okay, now I can explain my observation:

It seems that most of the time the distance between flowers is exactly 2. To be more formal about this:

My conjecture is that the distance between flowers follows a distribution that peaks at 2

To test this we would need to download data from the reblogs of a bunch of posts, make a code that detects flowers, count the nodes between them, and put them in a histogram

If my conjecture is correct that could tell us something about how information flows in human societies. This could be useful to study misinformation, and the effects of propaganda

This could be cool

[h0bg0blin-meat]

I was tryna make boobs (dont judge me) but somehow ended up making this Walmart version of Batman × Catwoman 💀.

Desmos is so good it's my beloved. If only I knew more math 🗿.

[kneecap-homicide]

Throwback to when i busted this out in january:

[howlingwolf23]

While trying to explain something to @amloveabledeathmo

Me- I saw it on Instagram, or YouTube, maybe it was a TV show? Anyways it was a show on something somewhere that I watched

Am internally-

Am -yeah it had to be something you watched somewhere one time

[actual-corpse]

*Loud over exaggerated groan*

I HATE marketing!

[jesush8r]

god i love charts so fucking much. abstract and complex concepts into easily digestible visual representations

[eccentrichumanbeing69]

graphs in science >>> graphs in maths

[transgenderer]

ok i know this is an ancient debate but i always feel like takes about women in STEM have never seen this graph. engineering and computer science are very weird outliers! math and physics have almost double the women! like i mean, there are obvious patterns in the distribution here. but engineering and CS buck those patterns, they have something else entirely going on, culturally

[elation0]

A246169: Decimal expansion of a constant related to identity trees vs A004111: Number of rooted identity trees with n nodes (rooted trees whose automorphism group is the identity group).

[mentalknot]

Why is it that, for math out of all fields, people won’t even take a moment to hear about our work, regardless of how much we strive to relate these topics to their interests…

“Oh I was never good at math, you have fun though—”

I was about to tell you about mathematical patterns in art — how conferences can be filled with beautiful concerts and board games galore…

“Whelp, you lost me after the first sentence… calculus was never my thing—”

You have a PhD in data science… but refuse to even look at the fascinating graph-theoretical patterns that inspire the models you used in your thesis? There are other types of math—

You don’t need to like math; we don’t expect you to! We simply want to share our interests without feeling like an alien, and we want to hear yours as well!

What has happened to boundless academic wonder?

[jellyfishsthings]

Family Redesigned

WARNINGS: I guess my bad writting

An: Decided to take a spin with the DC Fandom and write for my favourite... not quite well if I might admit...

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In the bustling halls of Wayne Enterprises, where marble floors gleamed and the scent of strong coffee lingered in the air, a young woman was about to redefine what it meant to be a modern pioneer. Her project, a cutting-edge programmed nanotechnology that would apply to the neurons of injured people that lost a member of their body to work with a robotic substitute. She and her team had fascinated not only the attendees of the annual science gala but also caught the attention of none other than Bruce Wayne himself. With his signature charm and a penchant for philanthropy, he had decided to fund their ambitious endeavor.

Little did she know, their project was not only stirring excitement among investors but also causing an unwanted stir in the hearts of the Wayne family. Dick Grayson, Bruce’s charming and light-hearted adopted son, had just mustered the courage to express his feelings. Whenever he bumped into her while delivering coffee or visiting the lab, his confident smile often accompanied a playful quip.

“Are you sure you’re not an engineer? Because you’ve clearly engineered a way into my heart,” he quipped one afternoon, leaning casually against the doorway as she adjusted the settings on her prototype.

“Very smooth, Grayson,” she responded, feigning disinterest but unable to suppress a smile.

“Oh, come on,” Dick continued, taking a step closer. “With this project of yours, you must have some serious chemistry skills.”

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks slightly pink as she returned her focus to the project. Flirting was hard for her to deal with when she was neck-deep in wiring and graphs. Still, there was something charming about Dick, a knack for making even the dullest moments seem vibrant.

Their first encounter was the most memorable.

It started innocently enough one day when she was deep in thought, surrounded by scattered papers in a bustling Wayne Enterprises lounge. Suddenly, she collided with a tall body, scattering her carefully organized notes like confetti.

“Watch it!” she grumbled, looking up to find a charming yet roguish face stifling a laugh.

“Sorry about that. But in my defense, you were like a tornado going through your notes,” he said with a smirk. “Dick Grayson, at your service.”

She raised an eyebrow, judging by his look of mischief that he was trouble wrapped in charisma. “Thanks, but I prefer my tornadoes to be slightly less charming and a little more focused.”

“Touché,” Dick said, taking a seat across from her. “What’s the project about? Saving the world, I hope?”

“Something like that,” she said, her competitive spirit sparking. “It’s about harnessing neurotic energy using nanotechnology. Bruce always has an eye for the future.”

“Very ambitious! Perhaps you’ll save the planet, then?” Dick leaned closer, the playful glint in his eyes suggesting he wasn’t just flirting with her project.

“Or get a decent grade. Much less glamorous, I know,” she chuckled, feeling the conversation warming up. A hint of blush crept onto her cheeks, an odd reaction she hadn’t expected.

“Who said grades can’t be glamorous? I once did a project on the benefits of pizza," Dick confessed, to which she burst out laughing.

As their banter continued, she unwittingly inspired Dick. He began to hover around her lab more often, throwing out quips and jokes, but every time she flipped the script and tossed back a rebuke, he felt an exhilarating challenge.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Wayne manor, the youngest of Bruce’s million children, Damian Wayne, was busy brooding over a math homework that seemed more challenging than his usual sword fighting practice. She, having spotted the little assassin frowning at an open book, had selflessly offered her help. Miraculously, Damian had absorbed her explanations, hanging onto her every word as if they were the last pages of a thrilling novel. “Why do you care about this so much?” Damian asked, eyebrows furrowed as he struggled with a particularly difficult algebraic equation.

“Because everyone needs a little help sometimes,” She replied earnestly with a gentle smile.

Somewhere between deciphering equations and sharing small laughs, something unexpected happened. The stoic young assassin found himself blushing under his usual grumpy demeanor. This made his heart race—a feeling he had never quite felt before.

“I… appreciate it,” he finally muttered, this surprising show of gratitude softening his usually cold exterior.

Back at the HQ of the Wayne enterprises, Bruce Wayne was having his own crisis. Normally known for his unreadable expression and laser-focused business sense, he found it exceedingly hard to ignore her enthusiasm when she discussed her project during one of their weekly meetings. She was bright, driven, and utterly disarming, diving into topics like neuroscience and computer science, while Bruce sat at the edge of his seat, hanging onto her every word.

“Her project is admirable, I mean if you look at the prototypes and the coding or the engineering sketches she and her team had made,” Bruce said, inadvertently leaning forward in his chair. “That’s… brilliant.”

“Uhhh, Dad?” Dick nudged him, eyes glinting with amusement. “Slightly creepy how you’re hanging off her every word like that. Just a bit.”

“Shut up, Dick,” Bruce shot back, too distracted to notice the amused laughter of his other children.

But the chaos didn’t end there. Jason Todd, the rebellious older sibling participating in a book club as part of his community service, came home one evening with surprising news. With mischief lighting up his face, he proclaimed, “You guys will never guess who I met at the book club. Dick's godess that accidentally fell on earth is a member! Can you believe it?”

“Yeah, right,” Dick replied, crossing his arms with a smirk. “You must have a real knack for screwing things up, Jay. She wouldn't join anything that would put her with you.”

“Oh, she totally did,” Jason insisted, grinning. “In fact, we bonded over a mutual disdain for the ending of the last Batman novel.”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t just say that,” Damian deadpanned, though his intrigue was evident.

The realization hit Dick hard, and it came with an overshadowing sense of protectiveness. The thought of his family all being smitten with the same woman—his girlfriend no less—was an unwelcome twist. As she began to flutter into their lives more and more, he felt his shield of vigilance slip away amidst the chaos of her radiant energy.

The day of the big presentation arrived, and she stood behind her booth, butterflies in her stomach. The Wayne family, now a blend of supportive allies, stood gathered, every one of them uncharacteristically eager. Bruce, Dick, and even the usually unimpressed Damian sat side by side, eager to see her shine.

She began speaking about her prototype, detailing the mechanics and the purpose behind her project, each word pulling the audience deeper into her passion.

When she spoke of miscalculations and victories, Bruce nodded in agreement, making direct eye contact with her. Dick watched with a mixture of admiration and mild jealousy, while Damian listened intently, his mind processing the logistics of her project.

“Thank you all for supporting me,” she concluded, now beaming with excitement. “I genuinely believe we can make a difference, one person at a time.”In that moment, something snapped. Bruce, usually so guarded, smiled genuinely and exclaimed, “That’s fantastic ! I’ve never heard anyone articulate the importance of neuroscience and engineering so well.”

Her blush was immediate, and the warm glow in her cheeks competed with Dick's growing admiration. Just when all seemed to settle, Dick leaned over softly towards her, whispering, “Now that’s quite the power move, mind if I take you out to celebrate your big win?”

“Maybe after you help solve some math problems for Damian,” she teased, laughter spilling from her lips as realization struck the brothers.

“Maybe both,” she added cheekily, eyeing Damian, who was trying to maintain a grumpy expression despite the spark of joy in his eyes.

With the evening coming to an end and plans being made amidst shared laughter, she found a place in the hearts of the Waynes, her project becoming more than just science. It was fueled by the chemistry, unpredictability, and warmth of family and specifically love.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Correlation Proven To Imply Causation

FIJMU News 8-21-23 by Markus Yarnblob Jr.

Though it has been long understood that simply because two things happen similarly, they are not necessarily causing each other, scientists have finally proven mathematically that if two things resemble each other even vaguely, they must be connected.

According to actual scientist D.R. McCarthy (Whose first names start with D and R and is not a doctor), "We know that the climate is heating up, but those of us who ignore 99.9% of climatologists and prefer only reports released by Exxon and BP Oil still couldn't figure out why. Now we know that it's caused by movie budgeting practices in Hollywood. I mean, look at the graphs. Just look at them. That's science, and maybe even math."

People who know what they're talking about have widely denounced McCarthy's statements as nonsense, but as a completely unbiased news source it is our duty to show both sides of the argument, no matter how obviously untrue one of them is. This report frees up numerous previously discounted theories so be sure to check in next week for our report on how the invention of the Internet caused the eruption of Mount St. Helens.