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[if you put your epsilon and delta to bed after learning the nice clean open set definition of continuity, how do you prove that x^2 is continuous?
i.e. abstract definitions are ok for talking about math, but calculations are required for doing examples.]
I was a beef lugger in the boston meat market in southie. I really enjoyed the honest labor, and hanging out with the other guys, and being extremely strong. I liked sticking a flower behind my ear, taking a stroll, and when some construction workers hollered "hey give that hippie a big kiss", being able to say back, "come on down, you might catch a surprize." and see the puzzled looks on their faces.
But the meat was starting to get heavy, and all the old guys, say 50 or so, looked really worn out. And there was some dishonesty, and bribery, in the butchering business there, and I felt compromised by them. Also I noticed that every year another one of us got murdered. Since there were only about 20 of us, I did not like these odds. Even my friend "Bigman" who easily won the bar fight he was in one night after work, got sent to prison for manslaughter, and I had to drive out to Walpole just to see him.
Then one day I read a newspaper article about the 25th anniversary of the atomic bomb, and the physics sounded interesting, and I realized my brain was atrophying there sitting playing whist and drinking by the railroad tracks between jobs.
So I decided to get a PhD in algebraic geometry instead. It has been way more fun and intellectually exciting, and the life expectancy is much greater.
As to beauty and elegance, can you imagine a 165 pound man swinging a 360 pound forequarter to his shoulders and walking out of a freight car with it? I hoisted slightly a 300 lb hindquarter myself once but did not walk anywhere with it.
This slightly tongue in cheek but factual account, is just to remind you philosophers that real life also plays a role in what mathematicians do, as with other humans.
It was very embarrassing for one thing to learn that in some cases academicians are judged less objectively than are meat luggers. I.e. luggers who could lug were welcome in boston. On my first attempt at college teaching, I was released because I had no PhD, even though the other professors said they considered me the most knowledgeable among them. Of course I was also denied work at a redneck meat packing plant in the same small western town because I had long hair, ability and experience not being relevant at that place either.
I am glad I was forced to get a PhD though, because indeed there is a genuine exhilaration associated with seeing how to prove a theorem, especially something no one has been able to prove for years. It helps if you have worked a long time on it too, Sometimes I have solved problems instantly that others have been stumped by for weeks or more, but that did not mean as much to me, since it seemed so easy.
So sometimes the thrill is from pride of accomplishment, sometimes just the beauty of the insight. I admit too sometimes it has taken me years just to appreciate what someone else has done long before, even when it was staring at me the whole time. So I love the feeling of appreciating the depth of others' work as well, but if it is on a topic I too have studied deeply, I may simultaneously feel very foolish.
i.e. abstract definitions are ok for talking about math, but calculations are required for doing examples.]
I was a beef lugger in the boston meat market in southie. I really enjoyed the honest labor, and hanging out with the other guys, and being extremely strong. I liked sticking a flower behind my ear, taking a stroll, and when some construction workers hollered "hey give that hippie a big kiss", being able to say back, "come on down, you might catch a surprize." and see the puzzled looks on their faces.
But the meat was starting to get heavy, and all the old guys, say 50 or so, looked really worn out. And there was some dishonesty, and bribery, in the butchering business there, and I felt compromised by them. Also I noticed that every year another one of us got murdered. Since there were only about 20 of us, I did not like these odds. Even my friend "Bigman" who easily won the bar fight he was in one night after work, got sent to prison for manslaughter, and I had to drive out to Walpole just to see him.
Then one day I read a newspaper article about the 25th anniversary of the atomic bomb, and the physics sounded interesting, and I realized my brain was atrophying there sitting playing whist and drinking by the railroad tracks between jobs.
So I decided to get a PhD in algebraic geometry instead. It has been way more fun and intellectually exciting, and the life expectancy is much greater.
As to beauty and elegance, can you imagine a 165 pound man swinging a 360 pound forequarter to his shoulders and walking out of a freight car with it? I hoisted slightly a 300 lb hindquarter myself once but did not walk anywhere with it.
This slightly tongue in cheek but factual account, is just to remind you philosophers that real life also plays a role in what mathematicians do, as with other humans.
It was very embarrassing for one thing to learn that in some cases academicians are judged less objectively than are meat luggers. I.e. luggers who could lug were welcome in boston. On my first attempt at college teaching, I was released because I had no PhD, even though the other professors said they considered me the most knowledgeable among them. Of course I was also denied work at a redneck meat packing plant in the same small western town because I had long hair, ability and experience not being relevant at that place either.
I am glad I was forced to get a PhD though, because indeed there is a genuine exhilaration associated with seeing how to prove a theorem, especially something no one has been able to prove for years. It helps if you have worked a long time on it too, Sometimes I have solved problems instantly that others have been stumped by for weeks or more, but that did not mean as much to me, since it seemed so easy.
So sometimes the thrill is from pride of accomplishment, sometimes just the beauty of the insight. I admit too sometimes it has taken me years just to appreciate what someone else has done long before, even when it was staring at me the whole time. So I love the feeling of appreciating the depth of others' work as well, but if it is on a topic I too have studied deeply, I may simultaneously feel very foolish.
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