#the zero theorem

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The Zero Theorem (2013)

[cemyafilmarsiv]

The Zero Theorem directed by Terry Gilliam

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

The Zero Theorem (2013, Terry Gilliam)

05/05/2024

[cupatty]

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[clowndensation]

my life if i was allowed to skip videos on topics i already understand -_-

[underneath-shining-moonlight]

Thinking about a band I found back in 2020, super underrated, yet honestly there’s not much to go on.

It’s a hard rock/alt metal band that adds a big layer of sci-fi and tech elements, in a new way that really makes me love them.

So if you like bands like Gemini Syndrome, Breaking Benjamin, Starset, and Motionless in White, might I recommend you the band

Zero Theorem.

With only 16 songs, 10 of which being in 2 EPs from 2020 and 2021, they are by no means a household name, but I still genuinely enjoy every single song of theirs. With songs like Cannonball, You, Transluscent, and The Future, you’re bound to love them

With barely anything since their 2021 remix of their song Threat, it makes me wonder if they’re planning an album to release soon. To have them make a full length LP would be absolutely amazing, and I can’t wait to see what they are making next.

[math-journal2]

<— Unit 21: Part 5 —>

Possible Zeros w/o calculator

*good to know but it’s impractical if you got 8 or 9 possible zeroes to eliminate. If possible, graphing calculator

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[experiment, ignore it]

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[graveyardrebellion]

“Becoming“ by Zero Theorem

[spockvarietyhour]

Me watching The Zero Theorem: Yeah this is a Terry Gilliam Film alright

[wordofthewolf]

Media Update 7/27/23

Stealth (2005) I remember this getting advertised and never seeing it. An elite stealth fighter team must deal with the addition of an AI-powered member of their team. The movie was definitely made in the jingoistic fever of the Bush administration following 9/11. We are supposed to sympathize with the military but we watch them murder a lot of people with overkill. Additionally, I am not sure…

[wordsmithic]

Ancient Greek Women Mathematicians you didn't know about

Αίθρα - Aethra (10th - 9th century BC), daughter of the king of Troizina Pitthea and mother of Theseus, knew mathematics in another capacity unknown to many. So sacred to the beginnings of the most cerebral science, Aethra taught arithmetic to the children of Troizina, with that complex awe-inspiring method, since there was no zero… and the numbers were symbolically complex, as their symbols required many repetitions.

Πολυγνώτη - Polygnoti (7th - 6th century BC) The historian Lovon Argeios mentions Polygnotis as a companion and student of Thalis. A scholar of many geometric theorems, it is said in Vitruvius' testimony, that she contributed to the simplification of arithmetic symbols by introducing the principle of acrophony. She managed this by introducing alphabetic letters that corresponded to each in the initial letter of the name of the number. Thus, Δ, the initial of Δέκα (ΤΕΝ), represents the number 10. X, the initial of Χίλια (Thousand), represents the number 1000 etc. According to Vitruvius, Polygnoti formulated and first proved the proposition "Εν κύκλω η εν τω ημικυκλίω γωνία ορθή εστίν" - "In the circle the angle in the hemi-circle is right angle."

Θεμιστόκλεια - Themistoklia (6th century BC). Diogenes the Laertius scholar-writer mentions it as Αριστόκλεια - Aristoclia or Θεόκλεια - Theoclia. Pythagoras took most of his moral principles from the Delphic priestess Themistoclia, who at the same time introduced him to the principles of arithmetic and geometry. According to the philosopher Aristoxenos (4th century BC), Themistoclia taught mathematics to those of the visitors of Delphi who had the relevant appeal. Legend has it that Themistoclia decorated the altar of Apollo with geometric shapes. According to Aristoxenos, Pythagoras admired the knowledge and wisdom of Themistoclia, a fact that prompted him to accept women later in his School.

Μελίσσα - Melissa (6th century BC). Pupil of Pythagoras. She was involved in the construction of regular polygons. Lovon Argeios writes about an unknown work of hers: "Ο Κύκλος Φυσίν - η Μελίσσα - Των Εγγραφομένων Πολυγώνων Απάντων Εστί". (The title translates to "The circle is always the basis of the written polygons" or so.)

Τυμίχα - Tymicha (6th century BC). Thymiha, wife of Crotonian Millios, was (according to Diogenes Laertius) a Spartan, born in Croton. From a very early age, she became a member of the Pythagorean community. Iamblichus mentions a book about "friend numbers". After the destruction of the school by the Democrats of Croton, Tymicha took refuge in Syracuse. The tyrant of Syracuse, Dionysios, demanded that Tymicha reveal to him the secrets of the Pythagorean teaching for a great reward. She flatly refused and even cut her own tongue with her teeth and spat in Dionysius' face. This fact is reported by Hippobotus and Neanthis.

Βιτάλη - Vitali or Vistala (6th – 5th century BC). Vitali was the daughter of Damos and granddaughter of Pythagoras, and an expert in Pythagorean mathematics. Before Pythagoras died, he entrusted her with the "memoirs", that is, the philosophical texts of her father.

Πανδροσίων ή Πάνδροσος - Pandrosion or Pandrossos (4th century AD). Alexandrian geometer, probably a student of Pappos, who dedicates to her the third book of the "Synagogue". Pandrosion divides geometric problems into three categories:" Three genera are of the problems in Geometry and these, levels are called, and the other linear ones."

Πυθαΐς - Pythais (2nd century BC). Geometer, daughter of the mathematician Zenodoros.

Αξιόθεα - Axiothea (4th century BC). She is also a student, like Lasthenia, of Plato's academy. She came to Athens from the Peloponnesian city of Fliounda. She showed a special interest in mathematics and natural philosophy, and later taught these sciences in Corinth and Athens.

Περικτιόνη - Periktioni (5th century BC). Pythagorean philosopher, writer, and mathematician. Various sources identify her with Perictioni, Plato's mother and Critius' daughter. Plato owes his first acquaintance with mathematics and philosophy to Perictioni.

Διοτίμα - Diotima from Mantineia (6th-5th century BC). In Plato's "Symposium", Socrates refers to the Teacher of Diotima, a priestess in Mantineia, who was a Pythagorean and a connoisseur of Pythagorean numerology. According to Xenophon, Diotima had no difficulty in understanding the most complex geometric theorems.

Iamblichos, in his work "On Pythagorean Life", saved the names of Pythagorean women who were connoisseurs of Pythagorean philosophy and Pythagorean mathematics. We have already mentioned some of them. The rest:

Ρυνδακώ - Rynthako

Οκκελώ - Okkelo

Χειλωνίς - Chilonis

Κρατησίκλεια - Kratisiklia

Λασθένια - Lasthenia

Αβροτέλεια - Avrotelia

Εχεκράτεια - Ehekratia

Θεανώ - Theano

Τυρσηνίς - Tyrsinis

Πεισιρρόδη - Pisirrodi

Θεαδούσα - Theathousa

Βοιώ - Voio

Βαβέλυκα - Vavelyka

Κλεαίχμα - Cleaihma

Νισθαιαδούσα - Nistheathousa

Νικαρέτη - Nikareti from Corinth

There are so many women whose contribution to science remains hidden. We should strive to find out about more of them! For more information, check out the books of the Greek philologist, lecturer, and professor of ancient Greek history and language, Anna Tziropoulou-Eustathiou.

[damneddamsy]

FALLING. RATING Explicit (18+ only) PAIRING Joel Miller x BIPOC OFC (Leela) FORMAT & SETTING Joel's POV & Post-TLOU Jackson AU WORD COUNT PER CHAPTER approx. 12,000+ STATUS Complete

SUMMARY It is said that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. Now, Joel Miller wasn’t looking to be a saint. Trust was a liability. Love, a memory too painful to keep. But if a sinner like him still had some future, and if that future starts with one night—a baby’s relentless cries cracking through his walls and breaking him open—then maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t lost everything yet. Against all instincts, he steps into that big, white house across his street. Nothing drives Joel to linger, but he does. For the baby at first—nascent Maya, with her bright eyes and fistfuls of Joel’s collar. Then, the strange new mother. What begins as an uneasy coexistence grows into something deeper, which neither of them dares name. Haunted by a narrative she never chose, brilliant but reclusive, Leela’s mind runs into the theoretical—proofs, patterns, chasing solutions to an unsolvable equation—while Joel’s hands are scarred by the practical: protecting, killing, enduring. When that peace becomes fleeting, when a fragile hope in the shape of a mathematical discovery begins to bloom, and the world, as always, threatens to take it away, Joel confronts what it means to fall—not just into the impossible, but into love, into hope, into the fragile rhythms of Leela and Maya’s life, and their quiet home that becomes a rare thing in this decaying tomorrow: a reason to stay. This is a story of healing, found family, and the abnormal, slow math of love—how we factor grief, multiply hope, balance the unknowns, it never adds up but somehow makes perfect sense.

INDEX (might be subject to change as the story progresses.)

part i -> EVENT HORIZON

part ii -> MICROFRACTURE

part iii -> FALSE EQUILIBRIUM

part iv -> MINIMUM VIABLE HOPE

part v -> RECONSTRUCTION ALGORITHM

part vi -> LIMIT APPROACHES GRACE

part vii -> FREEFALL FUNCTION

part viii -> SOFT INFINITY

part ix -> STITCH THEORY

interlude

part x -> DECOHERENCE

part xi -> ZERO CROSSING

part xii -> THEOREM OF BECOMING

part xiii -> HEURISTIC BLOOM

part xiv -> THE FINAL INTEGRATION

epilogue

acknowledgements

FALLING MOODBOARD (a huge bear hug, thank you and shoutout to the incredible @jolapeno !!)

FALLING MOODBOARD (2) (so many kisses and so much love to the talented, sweet @mrsmando !!)

CHARACTER STUDY A deep dive into Joel, Maya, and Leela, answering an ask from one of my sweetheart friends @jodiswiftle who followed along!

AUTHOR'S NOTE Have loads of fun with this masterlist! took me a while to think up a different way to potray these chapters, I'm so glad it came through so great!

TAGS your (ultimate) fix-it fic, The Dad™️ Joel, softest Joel you've ever seen, he is also an old yearner cuntstruck hardass, Joel being down bad for a teeny baby girl, OFC is arabic, OFC being an academic nerd and STEM girlie, the cutest baby (Maya) ever, baby is an actual character, Miller family dynamics, Tommy-Joel-Ellie hooliganisms, life in Jackson town, Ellie being the generally awesome older sister, neighbours-to-lovers trope, found family, slowburn, a lot of math references, lotsa door metaphors, epistolary interlude.

CONTENT WARNINGS eventual smut (the whole kaboodle), big griefs, depression, unbearable angst, violence, gore, blood, alcoholism, substance abuse, post-natal depression, the pains of motherhood, mentions of rape and suicide, childbirth.

[puck-luck]

andy! how about an americano with frat!jack 🤭🤭 I miss him

- 🧢

“This sucks,” Jack complains, spinning in his wheely chair. He pushes back from his desk and twirls until the chair stops on its own. “I’m bored.”

“You’re not bored, you just don’t want to study.” You tap your pen on the textbook in front of you, looking at Jack with an unimpressed glare. “This is kind of important, J.”

“It’s not that important. I’ll still pass if I get a C. I could get a C in my sleep.” He tosses his pen up in the air and catches it again. “Let’s do something.”

“I am studying,” you tell Jack. You highlight a line on your study guide and read it out loud to Jack. “‘How does the Modigliani-Miller theorem affect a company’s Weighted Average Cost of Capital?”

Jack points at you with the tip of his pen. “Doesn’t. M&M doesn’t matter when it comes to WACC. Can I fuck you?”

You sputter on a cough, shocked by how brazen he is. “Oh my God, Jack, no.”

“You need to loosen up for a second, take a break before you try and cram more information into that pretty head of yours. We’re losing brain cells, baby. You taught me everything I know about WACC.” He swivels over to your side, tugging the arm of your desk chair until you’re facing him. “Get up, I want to ‘wacc’ this ass.”

You groan at the pun. “Really? We’re in the study room.”

“So what? Would you be more comfortable in the bathroom?” Jack asks, feigning chivalry. He tucks his hands beneath your knees and pulls you towards him.

You kick in his direction, nearly catching Jacks’ elbow. “We’re studying.”

“I’ll quiz you after. Or you can keep studying while I do something,” Jack bargains. His fingers dip between your legs, sliding up the inseam of your athletic shorts. “Please? I’m so bored.”

“You’re not going to stop asking until you get your way,” you say knowingly. “Are you?”

Jack grins. “Nope. I’m very persuasive.”

“Hm, just like all frat boys,” you ponder. “You don’t know what no means.”

Jack pulls his hands back and frowns at you. “Stop it, I’m not doing that.”

“I mean, you’re pressuring me. Aren’t you?”

“No,” Jack drawls, groaning in annoyance. “Don’t, you’re making me feel like an asshole. I’m not pressuring.”

“Sure sounds like it to me.”

Jack sits back in his chair and spins away, covering his face with his baseball cap. 

You chuckle at his dramatics. “Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be ready for you.”

Jack studies for maybe five of the next fifteen minutes, torn between trying to look busy and pleased that he gets to fuck you like he had planned. He taps the table with his pencil, playing the drums as he pretends not to look at you.

When fifteen minutes are up, you close your textbook with your pencil still inside, marking your spot. You push it to the side and hop up on the table, spreading your legs for Jack to wheel between. 

His hands are greedy as he meets you, squeezing the meat of your thighs as he bites his bottom lip and zeroes in on your cunt. “Do I get to fuck you on the table?”

“You get to eat me out on the table,” you correct. You turn Jack’s baseball cap so it’s backwards on his head, then you tweak his cheek. “How about that?”

“Ugh, you know I don’t like that,” Jack says. “Let me fuck you.”

“You know, I could go for more studying,” you tell him. You cross one leg over the other and hum noncommittally, shrugging. “I don’t feel ready for this exam.”

“If I make you come with my mouth, can I come inside you?”

“Yeah, later though.”

“Sick.” Jack digs his fingers into your waistband and drags your shorts down, taking your panties with them. He surges forward with his tongue out and ready, looking the same as he does when he’s drunk and gearing up to grab the beer funnel for his keg stand.

You place a hand on the back of his head, encouraging Jack closer. His hair curls under the brim of the hat, shaking out as he licks up your slit. His tongue jabs at your entrance, blunt and probing. He hums in satisfaction, nodding up and down so that his head is doing most of the work. 

Jack likes to say that he’s not good at eating pussy, but when you incentivize him the right way, he’s very into it. His button nose hits your clit as he moves, his vigor replacing any fancy trick that an orally motivated man could use. 

He wraps his arms around your middle, tugging you right to the edge of the table. Jack slurps, his tongue curling and folding as he eats you out. You let your eyes flutter shut and your head fall back, sighing softly.

Jack grins and sucks your clit into his mouth, lips pursed around the bundle of nerves and shooting sparks through your abdomen. 

“Ugh, been thinking about this cunt all day,” Jack says happily. “So tight. Can’t wait to feel it around my cock.”

[camarei]

Nerd Reader x Nerd Nanami = smart power couple

you and kento were sitting at a corner table on a café, your eyes glued on your notebook, fingers fiddling with your pen.

“you’re so focused, working on how to divide zero now?” kento chuckles as he leans back.

“haha, very funny. if could divide zero, i’d be solving the world’s fundamental problems, not this stupid equation.” you huff.

you were preparing for an upcoming exam and you thought about inviting kento to study with you.

because why not, right?

“there’s beauty in the paradox of diving by zero, maybe you should just stop looking for the answer and let the question be.” he shruggs.

“so, you’re saying that i should just stop solving and just appreciate it? will that get me a passing grade?” you look at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“pretty much. though, to be fair, i get it. numbers don’t offer room for interpretation. but language—language is fluid. it can mean whatever you want it to mean... have you thought about math as a language?” kento suggests taking his drink and sipping a little.

“sure, math is a language. but it’s a language about rules. it’s all about structure and logic.” you refute, looking back at your messy math notes.

“if you look at it this way, math is a kind of poetry. just like a metaphor works in finding the unexpected connection between two things—math finds connections between numbers. patterns show up and suddenly something new appears where there was nothing before.” setting his cup down as he looked at you.

“you’re starting to sound like those motivational quotes that you find imprinted on the side of a coffee cup. you have a point, though i don’t think i’m gonna start writing sonnets about theorems anytime soon...” you laugh softly, scribbling nonsense on your notebook.

“i’ll take that as a win. i think you could give shakespeare a run for his money if you ever wrote a poem about prime numbers.”

“‘shall i compare thee to an irrational number? thou art infinite and never repeating…’” you say sarcastically.

“hey, don’t knock it until you try it. you could write a whole epic poem on pythagoras and his theorem, i guarantee it would have a bigger following than every other poems.” kento leans back on the chair again.

“yeah, yeah. you’re distracting me! go read whatever shenanigans you’re reading, you’re making me lose focus!” you lightly slap his shoulders.

nothing could beat moments like this, just you and him—throwing playful banters against one another.

and you did end up passing your test! but you’re not sure if you’re still gonna invite kento anytime soon knowing that he’s just gonna go off and talk about things that you really can’t comprehend...

who are you kidding? of course you’d invite him either way...

an: english isn’t my first language so this made my head hurt, i think i drained my brain juice and idrk how i’d portray this type of trope so i just went w it 😿 + i believe that kento is a english literature poem stuff kind of guy and becomes a yapper when that’s the topic, you can’t change my mind .