#riemann hypothesis

[mathhombre]

Nice try, Serge!

Seen on Reddit.

[quantum-bras]

i found bigfoot, he's hiding amongst the nontrivial zeros with real part != 1/2 of the riemann zeta function

[waspcup]

i am trying to watch a video about mathematics but iam getting randomly sad .?

[straightlightyagami]

In your travels, you come across a wizard who offers you a deal: you will die in one year, but in the time you have, you will be granted as many wishes as you like. Anything you want can happen, except any wish that prolongs your life or does something to that effect (ie no loopholes by uploading your consciousness to a computer or stuff like that). Assuming that you know this wizard is telling the truth,

[theidealistcynic]

While this is funny, I'm decently sure what the poster means is that he can use the Riemann hypothesis to prove that an obviously composite number is prime, and therefore there is an issue with the hypothesis

how to trick someone on the internet to do your homework

[baileyboo2016]

THE WORLDS HARDEST MATH PROBLEM KNOWN TO MAN???? 😱😭 **SUPER DUPER HARD** **NOT CLICKBAIT** ****NOBODY HAS BEEN ABLE TO SOLVE THIS EVER**** ****IF YOU CAN YOU ARE A GENIUS****

wut is too plus too

yes i did all that just so i could trick you bu putting a picture of lanayru when you weren’t expecting that at all

say hi lanayru 👍

[emmy-noethers-rings]

Me, looking at the parameters of a gamma distribution: so which one of yous is the shape and which one is the rate

[mausuwinasa]

I’m not just gonna let y’all forget this is a multi fandom blog, I also like object shows!! Especially CFMOT at the moment!!

Anyway I have this one headcanon that Socka is a complete math nerd just because, so I drew this lol

I hope I used a Russian diminutive name correctly, I’ve been researching them for months :’)

[throw-your-boat]

i mean, funny comment and all, but the reading comprehension that went into making it really is quora tier

like oop is clearly saying they (think they) found a way to disprove the riemann hypothesis by contradiction by showing that it implies that an obviously composite number is prime. factoring the number does nothing to dismiss that (alleged) proof b/c being able to do that is like half of oop's point?

[maklodes]

Being part of a culturally normative religion -- being an Italian Catholic, or a Thai Theravada Buddhist, or an Egyptian Sunni -- is cringe because it shows you're a conformist sheeperson who can't think for yourself.

Being an atheist or skeptic is cringe because, what, you think you're hot shit, smarter than anyone else? Because after Dawkins and Harris held your hand, you were able to get to the conclusions of Charvaka and Lucretius more than two millennia ago, and now you think you might as well have proved the Riemann zeta hypothesis? Get a grip.

Being part of a culturally non-normative religion like Wicca, or Neo-Pagan revivalism, or UFO cults, or whatever, is cringe because you're a kook. No one even forced you into it -- you don't have the excuse of being a Provo-raised Mormon or a Gujarati Hindu. You just went off the deep end yourself.

Being avowedly agnostic is cringe because you're so open-minded your brain fell out. Your response to one person saying π = 3.1416 and another person saying π = 15 is "neither of those are really the ultimate true value of π, which is fundamentally beyond what we humans can easily express, so the best we can do is seek the wisdom in all perspectives and stay open minded." You dodge judgment and discernment like they're Touhou bullets.

Being silent on religious matters is cringe because it shows you're either a coward who is afraid of revealing what you really think for fear of being offensive or cringey, or you're a vapid idiot who has no real thoughts on the Fundamental Nature of Reality, and only cares about shit like which graphics card can give you the highest frames per second on your shooter games, which basketball teams will make it to the playoffs, which skin-care products/mascara/lipstick will make your face the prettiest, etc.

[kaiasky]

I feel like 3sat gadgets are too fun to be serious math. Hamiltonian cycle problem NP completeness is like if studying the riemann hypothesis you somehow learned that it's equivalent to whether a 4'54.500" is possible in Super Mario Bros.

[octuscle]

I've done a few himbo transformations with the Chronivac, but I'm getting tired of being dumb. I want to be smarter without risking some crazy permanent change. Can you make it so I steal 1 IQ point from everyone who's in the same room as me? They can have it back when they leave.

You are a super Himbo. Always in good shape, always horny. And admittedly also a real feast for the eyes. I like your idea. It's a little bit experimental. But let's give it a try.

You're always the first one at the gym in the morning. You love to start your day pumped up. And it's wonderfully empty at this time of day. No smart alecks to make fun of you. You have the body, you have the face. An IQ of 89 is more than enough for an alpha guy like you! Normally you're done with your program by 07:30. That's when the gym usually fills up. Today it's surprisingly full. There's a congress in town, so lots of external guys always come to work out. By around 07:00 there are already a good 30, maybe 35 people training. One of the guys is really cute. You approach him. You talk about all sorts of things and train the next sets together. It's rare to find someone who has a similar political opinion and is interested in both Italian opera and astronomy at the same time. And who looks so awesome at the same time. You'll get a boner. He notices. You say that unfortunately you have to go now and you're going to take a shower. He says that he hopes you'll see each other again sometime. You see each other in the shower four minutes later. Not a soul around. And you fuck the guy like only a man with a bird's brain can.

You like your work as a motorcycle mechanic. Your machines are just as simple as your brain. You understand them. And you're really good at making them look hot and getting the most out of them. And you like to work alone. It's difficult in a team. Some know-it-all is always making fun of you. Pure envy, you think, and flex your muscles. But it does annoy you a little. That's why you prefer to do things in the evening that don't involve talking. Dancing. Fucking. Or go to the movies. Like tonight. "The Beekeeper". It's supposed to be good.

Shit, your head is starting to pound. The movie theater is maybe half full. You do a quick count. Yes, exactly 378 people. 78 percent male. That was to be expected. According to a rough estimate, they all spent a total of 3,117 dollars on Coke and popcorn. One guy went to the loo for the third time. You've noticed 67 things in the movie so far that are illogical. Bored, you take out a cell phone. You surf to the MIT website. A very interesting article from the mathematics department about the Riemann conjecture. By the end of the movie, you've finished the proof.

Fortunately, your favorite pub, where you're having a nightcap, is almost empty. Your buddy at the bar, a handful of the usual regulars. Your cell phone vibrates incessantly. Lots of calls from unknown callers. From cities you've never heard of. Boston, San Francisco, Cambridge in Massachusetts, Cambridge in England. Göttingen. Isn't that in Poland? What do they all want from you? You turn off your cell phone.

The next morning you have 189 missed calls. You check a few messages. But you can't understand a single word they're saying. Something about genius. And a brain that only exists once. Hehehe, you've heard that a lot about your cock. You're going back to the gym. You're late today. Your crush from yesterday is already here. And so are 40, 50 other people. CNN is on the screens. The headlines are about the proof of Riemann's hypothesis. Your crush asks you if you know what it is. You explain it to him and outline your solution. As best you can reproduce it. It's really complicated. Your crush stares at you open-mouthed. "You've proved Riemann's conjecture?“ You grin a little sheepishly.

Shit, this guy has a hot ass and a talented tongue. But why can't he keep his tongue in check? After a few minutes, the first reporter is in your workshop and asks you about this Riemann shit. Tell him to go to hell. A second, a third reporter arrives. They're on the floor laughing as you answer their questions. The weaklings are about to get the shit kicked out of them. In the afternoon, a courier arrives from this Cambridge, which is not in England. With a letter. An invitation to a ceremony. Whatever that is. And then there's a check inside. A check for a million dollars.

You like airports. A place where you can do sociological studies. You also really enjoyed the flight. The documents that the mathematical institute in Cambridge sent you are very interesting. But you see a few inconsistencies that you would like to discuss. A driver is waiting for you at the airport. You take a deep breath when you are finally out in the fresh air. It's funny, there's a guy holding a board with a name just like yours on it. You walk up to him. "Mr. Wood?" he asks a little incredulously. "Hehehe, someone must have given us that name one early morning. Do you understand, dude? And by the way, my name is Al." Curt is a cool dude. You get to sit up front and talk about football and stuff. Curt lifts iron too. He recommends a good gym near the hotel and campus. Then he tells you stuff like you can freshen up if you want. Then the dean would like to meet you for a private lunch in private. And then the prize will be officially presented in the setting. Then there is also time for your speech. You say that you smell like a real man and don't need to freshen up. And you ask what a dean does and what the hell the speech is all about. Curt grins.

The dean wipes the sweat from his brow. The food tastes quite good, but you would have preferred an honest burger. You don't understand a word of the stuff the old geezer is talking about. He keeps mumbling something about a catastrophe. You ask yourself why you're wearing that stuffy shirt. It would actually be cool right now to just wear a tank top with all the nerds and show off your muscles. Dinner is finally over. The dean, or whatever his name is, stands up and asks you to follow him. You walk towards a really cool looking building, which is called Kresge Auditorium. Funny name. You enter the hall, which is packed with dozens of people, all of whom are beaming with joy at you. The dean waves you off, pulling you along behind him. You are standing in a huge lecture hall where hundreds of people are already waiting. More and more people stream in behind you. The dean asks you to keep your mouth shut for God's sake. Then he gives his opening speech. He gives a somewhat twisted rendition of the essence of Riemann's conjecture. But as far as you know, he's not a mathematician either… The dean ends with the words "…. And yet this man has obviously proved one of the biggest problems in mathematics. Mr. Wood, would you like to say something?“ You interpret his gestures as him asking you to just shut up. But you're here to chat about math. You stand at the lectern. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great honor for me to speak to you today in this magnificent building. I assume that you are familiar with my remarks on the Riemann conjecture. I don't want to bore you with that either. Let's talk about another interesting topic instead, the P-NP problem." The dean faints.

Shit, the day was really exhausting. You're so happy when Curt finally drives you to the hotel. It's already late, but you still want to make your muscles burn. So you make your way to the gym. There's hardly anyone here at this time of night. One guy looks nice and really hot. You chat a bit. You train together. You both end up in your hotel room and fuck the rest of your brains out. Ian says that you absolutely have to come to Springbreak.

Fuck, Ian was so right. Spring break is awesome! The weather is incredible. Eating, drinking, working out, fucking, partying, all outdoors. You're one of the stars here. Because of your body and your cock. Certainly not because of your head. Hehehe, the 200,000 dollars that you've already spent here from your prize money has certainly contributed to your reputation. The party is in full swing. Suddenly the sky darkens and a thunderstorm with hail breaks out. The party people stream into the hotel lobby. And you flow with them. One of about 400 wet, muscular bodies. You take a quick look around. 423, to be precise.

[hms-incorrect-quotes]

[id: quora question and answer. the question is ‘I found a flaw in the Riemann hypothesis and can prove that 1705542 is a prime number. How can I get my proof published?’. the answer is ‘The prime factors of 1705542 are 2 x 3 x 17 x 23 x 727. You have no proof, and will never be published - except possibly in the book of idiots.’ the words ‘no’ and ‘never’ are capitalized and ‘book of idiots’ is capitalized and in bold. /end id]

[max1461]

theyre gonna have minceraft speedruns conditional on the riemann hypothesis in a few years