Lil math puzzle

[Lozenger]

Lol the first thing that came to mind was nth term type of thing but i can't be bothered to work it out lol

I have a whole day of maths tomorrow actually - in my Easter break aswell!!!

Maybe I can my teacher and see if he struggles or not hehe!

[DoesntMatter]

Okay, you don't need any math for this one:

"Is the set of all sets that are not members of themselves a member of itself?"

That's the problem, as written. No tricks, no hints. Good luck.

This is more closely a word problem than a math problem, but that's OK

I would say no, or that such a set cannot exist based on the definition of the set in question

[IndiReloaded]

Its a logic problem.

Are you sure about your answer? Try drawing a venn diagram for this one.

[IndiReloaded]

Can 2+2 ever = 5?

[DoesntMatter]

Its a logic problem.

Are you sure about your answer? Try drawing a venn diagram for this one.

Not really, but is there even a correct answer to this riddle? It's a paradox

And no, 2 + 2 ≠ 5, always, what kind of question is that?

[IndiReloaded]

Yes, its a paradox. Bertrand Russell's, I think.

Re: 2+2 = 5, how do you prove its 4, tho? Counting, right?

There's a tribe in africa that calcs it by knots. Two in one string, two in another. Tie them together & you get 5. Interesting thing, perspective, yes?

[IndiReloaded]

Dirty Math Story:

Once upon a time ( 1/T ), Pretty Polly Nomial was strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the boundary of a singularly large matrix. Now Polly was convergent and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she never enter such an array without her brackets on.

Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the basis that it was insufficient, and made her way amongst the complex elements. Rows and columns closed in from all sides. Tangents approached her surface. She became tensor and tensor. Quite suddenly, two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. As she reached a turning point, she tripped over a square root that was protruding from the erf and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she rounded off once more, she found herself inverted, apparently alone, in a non-Euclidian space.

She was being watched, however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was lurking innerproduct. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear coordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. He wondered, was she still convergent? He decided to integrate improperly at once.

Hearing a common fraction behind her, Polly rotated and saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at once by his degenerate conic and dissipative terms that he was bent on no good.
"Arcsinh," she gasped.
"Ho, ho," he said. "What a symmetric little asymptote you have. I can see your angles have a lot of secs."
"Oh, sir," she protested, "keep away from me. I haven't got my brackets on."
"Calm yourself, My Dear," said our Suave Operator. "Your fears are purely imaginary."
"I, I," she thought, "perhaps he's not normal but homologous."
"What order are you?" the Brute demanded.
"Seventeen," replied Polly.
Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on."
"Of course not," Polly replied quite properly. "I'm absolutely convergent."
"Come, come," said Curly, "Let's off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit."
"Never," gasped Polly.
"Abscissa," he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was powerless,
Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her significant places, and began smoothing out her points of inflection. Poor Polly. The algorithmic method was now her only hope. She felt his hand tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever.

There was no mercy, for Curly was a heavyside operator. Curly's radius squared itself; Polly's loci quivered. He integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. After he cofactored, he performed rungecutta on her. The complex beast even went all the way around and did a contour integration. Curly went on operating until he had satisfied her hypothesis, then he exponentiated and became completely orthogonal.

When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated in several places. But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly's denominator increased monotonically. Finally, she went to the L'Hopital and generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the place and drove Polly to deviation.

The moral of our sad story is this:

'If you want to keep your expressions convergent, never allow them a single degree of freedom...'

[bohemiandonut]

Wow. And I thought I was bad.

[Gigabitch]

Oh, my God. It's like Mad Libs for dorks. You took a Penthouse Forum story and replaced all the naughty bits dull ones.

[boobaa]

Can 2+2 ever = 5?

Not shure about 2+2=5, but 1+1 can be 1 and 0. There was even a long proof somewhere, where 1+1=3... And then, there is a also binary system...

[bohemiandonut]

Of course, I wasn't denying the sheer genius of the story. I think I got about 60% of the wordplay.

Which is about my average score on math midterms. ) :

[IndiReloaded]

For the record, I didn't write this.

[DoesntMatter]

There's a tribe in africa that calcs it by knots. Two in one string, two in another. Tie them together & you get 5. Interesting thing, perspective, yes?

It's not perspective, it's called they're fuccking wrong

[DoesntMatter]

2+2=5. **** you if you disagree.

No Gribble, actually things more like this, where neither you nor blue have contributed a single thing