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Friday, July 8, 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Mneumonics: The Sound of Numbers
1. Use some consant sounds to associate with the numbers. Then, add vowel sounds, as well as, the remaining consant sounds, to make easy to remember words & phrases.
Phonetic Code:
1 is d or t sound
2 is n sound
3 is m sound
4 is r sound
5 is l sound
6 is ch, sh or j sound
7 is k or g sound
8 is f or v sound
9 is b or p sound
0 is s or z sound
Example: First 20 digits in pi (π).
"My dear tulip, bone chill my life. Back Pie Man may've Rich." 3.14159265358979323846
Example: The speed of light.
"No, baby Kay! Pin our love ~ MS." 299792458 ~ meters/ second
Great for lists, too.
Example: use the phonetic code and memorize these fifteen items:
dresser, drawer, lamp, table, apple, dog, world, book, trees, mushrooms, blocks, cabinet, serpentine slippers, burgundy and grass.
0. SuZie not on the list, yet.
1. DoT's wedding band was on a dresser.
2. Noah's wedding band was in a drawer.
3. May's wedding band was on a lamp.
4. Ray's wedding ring was on a table.
5. Leiah's wedding ring was by an apple.
6. CHeriSH Jo's wedding band was on a dog.
7. Kay G's wedding band was for the world.
8. FaVre's wedding band was in a book.
9. BihPo's wedding band was up in trees.
10. DoT & SuZie tripped on mushrooms.
11. DoT & DoT tripped on blocks.
12. DoT & Noah tripped on a cabinet.
13. DoT & May tripped on serpentine slippers.
14. DoT & Ray tripped on burgundy.
15. DoT & Leiah tripped on grass.
2. Also, use images of what the numbers look like when memorizing numbers.
Image Code:
0. Dinner plate, pond, egg, head, open mouth ...
1. Stick, rod, bar, spike, nail, line, spear, candle, knife ...
2. Swan, serpent, worm, bended knee ...
3. Flying bird, top of a love heart or bakers hat ...
4. Sailboat, yacht, satellite dish, half a fish ...
5. Hook, wheel chair, a belly, skeleton key ...
6. Elephant raising its trunk, falling balloon ...
7. Walking stick , outline of a high heel, golf tee ...
8. Handcuffs, binoculars, shotgun barrel, infinity, mobius strip ...
9. Elephant lowering its trunk, rising balloon ...
1O. Dinnerware, person raising one hand ...
Example: memorization of # 1037 :
1037 dinnerware for birds with walking sticks.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Math: Subtraction
Subtract by adding.
Example: 673,493 - 2,763 = 670,730
Add 7 to 3 to get 2,770
(0 + 7) = 7
Add 30 to 2,770 to get 2,800
(7 + 30) = 37
Add 200 to 2,800 to get 3,000
(200 + 37) = 237
Add 7,000 to 3,000 to get 10,000
(7,000 + 237) = 7,237
Add 90,000 to 10,000 to get 100,000
(90,000 + 7,237) = 97,237
Add 573,000 to 100,000 to get 673,000
(573,000 + 97,237) = 670,237
Add 493 to 673,000 to get 673,493
(493 + 670,237) = 670, 730
Final Answer: 630,730
Saturday, June 18, 2016
The Angulodd Ribbon Pt. 3 (Rated: Mature)
There was a large bonfire burning close off, in the distance. The sounds of grinding Nu-Ouze music and cacaphoneously wild, feral, raucus laughter bellowed a soft, low booming, grumble of distant artifical thunder into the pass above.
"Too easy.", Ruma thought.
She spotted a great sprawling grove of Spruit trees overlooking the party.
"What are we doing here?", Pilsner had asked Antilles, later that night, with a flat resigned tone in his voice that was too exhausted to battle wits with the stone-hearted Commander, anymore. The imbecile had won. He was too defeated to argue stupidity a moment longer.
The Commander's response was most entirely unexpected and way too long overdue, perhaps, even, much too late.
"I told Admiral Krang how much that I had eagerly wanted to die after losing my wife, Valaxia, to the farmer's raid, then I urinated in the plates he had brought out specially for the Lhogg Senator's who were on loan from his home world. After that, they had gone and made a specially made file, just for him and he thought I needed an 'insidious reciprocation'.", the insipid Commander made air quotes and had laughed, unmockingly, at his own sad non-ingenious.
Corporal Pilsner shot him a searching look. The Commander shrugged. Reaching for his liquor, he forced a large guzzled nip of it down the Corporal's throat, until he gagged on it, then took a pull of his own large swig on it, with the luminescant alcohol streaming down his chin like a glowing party favor. Sucking in air, he belched the start of the Nuvo-Achaedianblundtt alphabet, then returned to his tale, "Anyway, he had me analyzed and, turns out, I'm ready to throw my life away. So here we are. Decoys! I have never once had the codes. Idiot! Those are the recipes for Un da Trifla Twist honey dishes. We're here to breathe our last, so don't be such a snivelling whiney butt about it, okay?"
The Commander grinned, "Look, braniac. While I'm being hunted, the real codes are launching a Neumidian Corps airstrike against the Gouadd Nal's upper grand vice palace and the Shri Lauk Menji's allies. See here, you Naxster nut'brained overthinking numbskull of a buffoon, without their Steourmhearst palace, they'll soon fall like Ahkvad flies."
The Corporal began scanning the dark horizon for any would-be assasins lurking nearby. One Menji Gouadd Nal assasin is skilled enough to assassinate a crew three times their size and they left no witnesses.
The Commander drew spittle from his mouth from laughing at the Corporal so hard and, said, to Pilsner, between breaths, "Look at you, freak! Always so serious!", then the overly loud and boisterous Commander Brevick Jayt Antilles stopped talking. He had a new hole in his head.
20 years later ...
"First Captain, Aldebauss Jorrad Pilsner. Says here, in your service record, that you were the solitary survivor of the legendary, 'Angulodd Ribbon Massacre'. Is that true?", asked Litten, the gruffened higher-up who stood before him.
Pilsner nodded the affirmative, not sure where this was going.
"Thanks to your teams diversion we won the Rhiavulette War without too much effort. I was a Lieutenant in the fifty third brigade and took a Thauron grenade to the leg saving a Warrant Officer and two Commodores. Earned me a field promotion and it fueled my career. Great war!", beamed the surly General-Secretary of the Interior, Arthur Primpendulimm Litten.
Pilsner disagreed, but had chimed in, "Yes, sir."
General-Secretary Litten asked, "Tell me, what kind of man was the infamous, world renowned, Commander Antilles? I've long been inspired by his courage and sacrifice. You'll forgive me for prying, won't you, but, you see, official public reports don't indicate that anyone survived, so you are a sweet treat, if I do say so, myself."
Pondering a bit, then, shoring up his resolve, First Captain Pilsner said, "He was a most loyal patriot who, laying down his life, protected the home worlds he loved so dearly. He was a great man and I've nothing but the choiciest pick of words for any who would say, otherwise."
The General-Secretary was delighted, "Good! All that I imagined him to be."
"I'm promoting you, sir, to Under-Secretary of Communications. You've quite the head for it and your last assignment gained you a lot of political points. Points I can use, if you catch my drift. But first, ...", the General-Secretary, closing the manila, color-coded file, with soft, manicured hands and then peering closely with enigmatically intense eyes, queried, "how on Great Gaulite's Mines did you ever survive?"
Pilsner, half-shrugged, murmuring, "I reminded her of a rabbit."
The Angulodd Ribbon Pt. 2 (Rated: Mature)
Corporal Pilsner had heard a transport just beyond the pass in the peaks he had used earlier. He found the Commander and voiced his concerns, "Someone is tracking us."
"No one is tracking us.", the Commander was biting down on the seared meat as it crackled between his teeth.
The security men had caught some Valdasyian boars and they now roasted on wooden spits.
They piled surplus ship items and dumped five huge fuel drums on them. The semi-native, gut boars, were all fourteen feet long, tail to snout, with five razor-sharp tusks apiece and weighing in a near, whopping, fourteen hundred pounds, each. Plenty enough to sustain the entire crew, overnight, with leftovers. This much meat had to be cooked hot and fast. The recently unused Alkazine-Stitchtrex fuel from their wreckage was just the meal ticket for the meandering occasion.
All at the Commander's orders, they had their own veritable old world luau. Pilsner dropped the turgid lumber he had wasted his, precious, valuable time collecting. The crew had done felled plump timbers and had them ablaze.
Commander Antilles looked happily, deliriously, reminiscent and, grinning, asks, "You know what a Botch Memosa is, Pilsner?"
"No.", said a perplexed Corporal.
"It's a Jhygaedian meal worm. Three hundred and sixty feet, some of 'em. They eat dirt and sh*t nutrients. I fell right in one once. A female. Only. She wasn't burrowing up, but down and I'd fallen into her hoo-hah. Me being very manly, I'd had to lick the whatcha-ma-kallit and I tongue-lathered that worm, but good. Who knew that it triggered the release of hours-long fermented acidia noctonic gas? Well, I rode that flatulence right on out of that smelly wet cave and, know this, she had never so much as kissed me. Kiss me, now, Corporal Egghead!"
The crew was stitched in hysterics.
The Corporal thought, for a moment, that must be the ever present stench on the Commander and, indubitably so, was about to say as much, when he opted to change the subject, instead.
"The 'Jhorgrhayne Headlines Cycle' reports the high lord of the Menji is assisting in the 'search and rescue' and, you know, he wants the navy's Quarzon sub-space fleet command codes that some moron thought fit to give you.", said the Corporal, motioning to his aural broadband unit on his belt.
Offended, the Commander hissed, "They gave them to me 'cause I'm not some odd 'know-it-all' who needs to go get more firewood! Hey! Listen up, Pilsner, the news isn't real, buddy! I'm not your friend, pal. But, I'll tell your a**, anyways, all those holo-people are just actor's. You are the reason they keep talking. You are gullible. Oh no! The sky is falling, an actor said so!", chuckled Antilles, by the conclusion of his rant.
"You're the Commander of a three eighty seven 'A'-stock Gunythe-Syll's-Krorthrite Cruiser and, you're telling me, that 'you' don't believe in the secure news from your employers? How do you know how to do your job? You 'did' just wreck a thirty point twelve million manno-tonne Cruiser, hours ago, on a simple planet orbit routine, you know? What a maroon! Now, we're exposed and lit up like a Hallion Sun for every Qui'i sniper to see and take aim at. You're seriously not even vaguely or remotely concerned that the person looking for us most actively, is the leader of the enemy!?! While you, you moronic pile of dung, just sit right on stuffing your face and hurling trite!", Corporal Pilsner was dripping venom and, for the fête coup de grâce, an ungraceful crowning hiss of, "Tell me, ignorama-pod, for soothe, you fastitious ox, do you truly write your own name on sticky pads just to remember who that fool in your silver mirror is before the lens breaks under the cold, dead weight of your horrid ill-reflection?", blathered on an angrily infuriated, hostile, hungered, morally turpidless, emotionally drained and highly beleaguered, Corporal.
"See? I knew you cared.", remarked Antilles to the cackle of the, largely astonished, onlooking crew of the 'Fated Glory'.
"I just get orders faxed to me and I'm following them, then I'm not thinking of anything, 'till the next orders. Got it, smarty pants?", said the Commander. Proud of himself.
Curiously, Corporal Pilsner inquired, "And. What 'are' your orders?"
"Go get some more firewood!", came the aggravated response from the Commander.
The Angulodd Ribbon Pt. 1 (Rated: Mature)
She was a diminutive contemporary among her peers with gaunt, slender, pragmatic hips and thighs that could jackhammer hormonal words like "pummel", deep into submission.
Her stark, bleak, world was noxious, suffocating and would steal your new baby's breath and that was just the pallid baraethryllium gas that rapidly sustained her as it passed her throat. A supply stemmed into the cut vase of her torso.
The nights were a cyan-azure tinctured mix of thaumopolis winds so biting, she'd forgotten it wasn't a lovers dank foreplay riddling her body.
But, not here.
This world, Genoue, was a green and blue, multi flouraed, bioluminescent, paradise and she, one Mrs. Ruma, became stoically determined, after crushing on some local fauna, that she would be returning for pleasure, again and again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The vapid stew simmered for fifteen minutes before it had been ladled into the waiting bowls.
Roeückblatt never tasted so good. But it had an attitude which many customers disliked.
The Roeückblatt gurgled euphorically at the virile Nylers most unfortunate loss of much of its liechenstacht soeamposium's purlnapping from the tri-annual ritual: the Hansha Gri-Lordac Throgrhat Tree's mass rooting, transplantative, displacement of its lucious, curled, vibrant and protuberant Maccenack thorns.
Named for Fredliss "the Visionary" Janeer Jon Maccenack, the crippled blind man who used them to cure the spread of the contagious and deadly, Drydaughtt's Syndrome.
It was a mating ritual that Thron the Nyler was not thrilled about, but he had bedded sixteen furry vixens and, at least, four would litter his rampant offspring. He was exhausted and he was dissapointed at the loss of his Maccenack thorns which he invested ample time and rare resources in growing and grooming.
Bitter, the Nyler salted the stew and slurped it down. The farajak spices scented the eatery with pungent-sweet deli'd scents and the blue collared frere rabbit began grumbling loudly, in order to, help mildly distract him from hearing its liquidy laughter still continuing down into his gullet.
The rabbit quickly scurried off when she had entered. Ruma was a tad bit heartbroken. She loved a rabbit once, but he ran off. It wasn't so long ago. She shook off her coat and sat down to the rabbits stew. Nyler rabbits, it appeared, always ran off.
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"I used those two peaks right there, on top of the Angulodd Ribbon, for a compass and map triangulation. We're at 118° with an inclination West of 12° for a true bearing of 106°.", said Corporal Pilsner, trying to show Commander Antilles the map, but the infantile Commander, annoyingly, waved it away.
"Egghead!", the Commander exclaimed. Then, the Commander began trying to shove a yellow sticky note with the words, "You're a cod, bone head!", on it, into an irritated Corporal Pilsner's face, while asking him, "Wanna come into my Cruiser cabin? I see how you look at me. I'm not that way, but you look like you'll cry if you don't get your way and I like sissy girls. You a sissy girl, egghead?"
Unperturbed, the Corporal shot back, "I know you're trying to be fecetious, however, most women I know would snap you like a twig and are twice as commanding as any man. Those who aren't are soft, beautiful, gentle and have more ounce of care in one little finger than you have throughout the whole lot of your being. I'd have been proud to have been born a woman, I should say. Beats being born the man who has to put up with you. Besides, you lout, this here cod, bone headed, egghead's gonna get us out of here!"
The Commander shook his head and laid a heavy, muscled hand onto the Corporal's shoulder, saying, "Face it, screwy. We're lost."
"We're not lost!", the Corporal threw the map onto the ground.
"Spare me your psycho babbling!", an irritated, child-like, Commander said, while pulling an antiquated Emerald-Verdiean liquor, far too nice for the very auspiciously grooted and messed up occasion, from a broken shaft compartment on the downed Krorthrite craft.
The Corporal felt like a groot because he didn't resonate with being subjected to the unwanted advances of the Commander or his personal conduct and bottle-filled living space, period, and, most certainly, not when receiving a loving sticky note with quantumnuscopic three point alledos font and a look of unpreproportional squinting at the incessantly neurose, vain and the absurdly uncompromised, nigh' unyielding, berating on the part of, his High Royal Supreme Lord of Retardedness, Commander Antille's.
Antille's, oblivious of the Corporal's unassauged displeasure, continued ...
"I get it. I do. We're all here. This is in the eternal now and we're just viewing panaramic slices of time, 'cause we can't wrap our head around it and we all have our feelings hurt! So we can sit around and 'Whah! Whah!' All day.", motioning with rubbing hands to his eyes as he prattled off his insults.
"Noo! ... It's on the map!", the Corporal said, slowly, so the simpleton before him could follow and understand.
"What are you gonna believe? Pictures or your own eyes?", then the Commander made a "V" with his fat, pudgy fingers and went to poke at the Corporal's eyes.
"Well, you stay lost, I'm getting out of here.", the Corporal leaned over and scooped the map off of the ground.
The Commander squeezed his arm before Corporal Pilsner could take another step, intoning, "Noo! ... We need 'you' to set up camp."
"You Kurlagh-f**ker!", spat the Corporal.
"Aww, the egghead's mad. Be careful! He might throw a Grigand Stohl book at you.", said the Commander walking off while guffawing about his own joke about the author who had been crushed to death by his own two-billion-some, paginated-ly monstrous, work of a novel.
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"You'll want Commander Antille, located on the Anlil footpaths off of Fozzner's Peaks.", said the confident local who served her at the low eatery counter. He brought her a plate of Ancillaeyan dives and Spraütznasster cheese. The cheese was still moving. The hot Roeückblatt stew was just an appetizer, the cheese and dives were the main course. The Menji had contacts for the their elite Gouadd Nal assasins, everywhere.
"How much is the lottery up to?", Ruma asked.
The informant server said, lowly, "I hear it's up to as high as three million six hundred fifty seven thousand and a delectable eighty-icious beads of Ka'ron with a remarkable two point three anthrocite vials."
Just the payday, Shareefa Ruma, the Nal trans hyper galactic corporate world's assasineness had, forever and a day, dreamed of.
Math: Multiplication
How to do big multiplication fast?
Here's a fast and easy multiplication method that I currently use. Vedic and traditional methods, as well as, some other multiplication tips, tricks and strategies are fine, but this multiplication method requires absolutely no guessing, it's not difficult mental gymnastics and the numbers are readily known to anyone adept at (1–9) × (1–9) tables and proficient at adding and using compliments to add.
I'm only interested in basic math functions and this suits my needs, often I just do the work in my head and write the results as I go.
Multiply by combining. I can look at something like (213×7) and know it's 1491, without having written anythng, because (213×7) is (7×2) = 14 and (7×1) = 7 and (7×3) = 21 and I picture the 14 7 21 and separate any available tens places from available one's places to their left 14 (7 2)1 then add 14(9)1 to get the total 1491 I'd write it, like this, if I didn't just do it in my head and write the product as I went, which I won't do herein. :
What about additional carrying? (687×9) is much the same: 54 72 63 is 5(4 7)(2 6)3 is 5(11)(8)3 is 5(11)83, but what of that double digit 11? Carry it by combining again. (5 1)183 is (6)183 = 6183
Do the same with each digit in multi-digit factors, but tack on zeroes for place value holders at the end of the appropriate results and, then, you will add the results, together.
For instance, (345×7889), you do (3×7889) but 3 is actually 300, so you add two zeroes onto the end of the result, then you do (4×7889), but as 4 is actually 40, so you tack one zero onto the end of that result and, finally, do (5×7889) and 5 is actually 5, so there's no additional place value zeroes that are needed, so, now, just add all of the results.
Note: Subtract by adding. For instance, (35–4): (4+6) = 10 and (10+20) = 30 and (30+5) = 35 so 6+(20+5) = (6+25) = 31
Moving on to some exponent examples:
27(3)^2 - 4(3)^3
27(5)^2 - 4(5)^3
27(6)^2 - 4(6)^3
Bonus multiplication problem: 12345×67890 the vedic criss cross method would do this in one line, but requires too much thinking for my tastes, especially, when the factors get much larger. This took me hardly any time or effort.
First, I wrote the formula, then all the multiples, which were already known multiples, so, I didn't have to calculate anything, then I did all of the carrying, then I lined up and wrote the results with their place values and then I added them. Finally, I wrote the answer.
Easy peasy. Took less than a few minutes to do.
Could have been faster, but I'm still a learning and take awhile. I still use calculators to check my work.
We've used exponents, so, here's an easy way to solve exponents using binary. You can learn to Easily Convert Decimal to Binary , but for now, I'll just use this guide.
Find the binary of the exponent. For instance, in 8^6 the binary of the exponent 6 is 110, so, drop the leftmost binary digit to get 10, now, for each 1 put an S8 (S means we square and 8 means we multiply by 8, we use 8 in this example, because that is the number being raised by the exponent) for each 0 put an S (again, S means we square, which is just multiplying a number by itself). So the binary number 10 becomes S8S
“S” square 8 = 64
“8” multiply 64 by 8 = 512
“S” square 512 = 262,144
8^6 = 262,144
Here's how I would sloppily do it:
Another example: 12^9
Binary of 9 is 1001
Drop leftmost binary digit 1001 becomes 001
Assign S12 (the number being raised by the exponent) to the 1's and S to the 0's to get SSS12
“S” square 12 = 144
“S” square 144 = 20,736
“S” square 20,736 = 42,981,696
“12″ multiply 42,981,696 by 12 = 5,159,780,352
12^9 = 5,159,780,352
Here's how I would messily do it:
So you see, x^2 would simply be x squared and x^3 would simply be x squared and the result multiplied by x as I have done in your examples above.
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