December 15, 2005

  • In honor of Freeman Dyson’s birthday:

    Dance of the Numbers

    “Mahlburg likens his approach to an analogous one for deciding
    whether a dance party has an even or odd number of attendees. Instead
    of counting all the participants, a quicker method is to see whether
    everyone has a partner—in effect making groups that are divisible by 2.

    In Mahlburg’s work, the partition numbers play the role of the
    dance participants, and the crank splits them not into couples but into
    groups of a size divisible by the prime number in question. The total
    number of partitions is, therefore, also divisible by that prime.

    Mahlburg’s work ‘has effectively written the final chapter on Ramanujan congruences,’ Ono says.

    ‘Each step in the story is a work of art,’ Dyson says, ‘and the
    story as a whole is a sequence of episodes of rare beauty, a drama
    built out of nothing but numbers and imagination.’”

    Erica Klarreich in Science News Online, week of June 18, 2005

    This would seem to meet the criteria set by Fritz Leiber for “a
    story that works.” (See previous entry.)  Whether the muse of
    dance (played in “Xanadu” by a granddaughter of physicist Max Born–
    see recent entries) has a role in the Dyson story is debatable.

    Born Dec. 11, 1882, Breslau, Germany.

    Died Jan. 5, 1970, Göttingen,
    West Germany.

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    Max Born

    Those who prefer less abstract stories may enjoy a mythic tale by Robert Graves, Watch the North Wind Rise, or a Christian tale by George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind.

    Related material:

    “The valley spirit never dies. It’s named the mystic woman.”

    Tao Te Ching

    For an image of a particular
    incarnation of the mystic woman
    (whether as muse, as goddess,
    or as the White Witch of Narnia,
    I do not know) see Julie Taymor.

    “Down in the valley,
     valley so low,
     hang your head over,
     hear the wind blow.”

    Folk song

    “Which is the sound of the land
    Full of the same wind
    That is blowing in
        the same bare place

    For the listener,
        who listens in the snow,
    And, nothing himself, beholds
    Nothing that is not there
        and the nothing that is.”

    Wallace Stevens

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