A Conundrum of Eggs ~ July 2013 Riddle

This month’s riddle is presented in the form of a short story. I am revising the sequel to A Foundation in Wisdom, currently titled An Ember in the Wind. This is not an excerpt, but rather, a side tale that branches off the main work.

This little tale is an experiment of sorts. Afterward, I’ll explain a little bit about it, and what direction I’m thinking of taking with the monthly riddles.

Also, I’ll reveal the solution to last month’s riddle.

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A Conundrum of Eggs

fishing hole

Mara’s fishing hole at the edge of reality.

 

Mara sat on the edge of reality, dangling her feet over the border and watching them fade out and return to existence. “Hello, feet,” she said as she swung her leg back toward her. She thought for a moment about what grand adventures they may have had without her, but ultimately decided she couldn’t have missed out on much if they stayed connected to her knees.

The grassy knoll Mara sat on separated the city of Locana from Fordham Forest. It stood in the shadow of a tall, obelisk structure. Part of the knoll jutted into the woods, forming a little cliff that overlooked a dip. When she first peered over the edge, she saw nothing but a dark abyss. This must be the edge of the world, she thought. Nothing exists beyond this point. It is a blank canvas on which anything can be created.

Mara closed her eyes and listened to the gentle trickling below. The world is rushing out, like a waterfall.

Earlier in the day, Mara came up with the idea of fishing from the void. She spent the previous morning imagining what wonderful treasures she could pull. Oh, how wonderful it would be to fish out a book, she thought. A real one. A real book with illuminations, and not one made by whatever Gutenberg is calling that machine.

Mara stared at the void. Or a friend. Yes, I could pull out a friend… someone to share the knoll with me so that neither of us got too lonely. I could tell him all about what it is like to exist, and he could tell me all about what it is like to not exist.

After sitting for a while, she felt a tug on the line. Her heart raced as she stood up and began reeling in her catch. She pulled it out of the shadow, and grimaced. She had retrieved another catfish.

“Is that all you have for me?” she spoke into the void. “Out of the entire realm of possibility, the nexus of man’s wildest dreams, fish?”

She tossed the fish back into the void. The fabric of the universe splashed, and she thought how peculiarly similar it sounded to water.

Mara then felt a tickling sensation on her shoulder. She saw a bee out of the corner of her eye, screamed, and ducked. Her fishing rod slipped out of her hand and tumbled into the void with a sploosh.

Mara sighed and looked away from the void. By now, the shadow of the obelisk had almost reached the edge of the world, which meant it was about time to meet with her tutor.

She sat on the edge, dangled her feet over the void, and listened to the voices of the university students in the distance. How nice it would be to be a real student here, she thought, and not receive curious glances. At least I have the obelisk.

The obelisk structure was a forgotten tower, part of the University of Locana. It seemed peculiar to Mara that an entire wing would have been omitted from the minds of the Locanans. But, indeed, the obelisk was not at all cared for. Vines grew around and up the structure, and even into the structure – pushing through the brittle mortar that held the stones together.

But Mara knew it was not abandoned. It was the home of her tutor, known as the Ori. Nobody was allowed to meet with the Ori. At least, that was what she gathered from the fact that nobody at the university was allowed to speak about him.

On the day of her first appointment, Mara wandered the entire grounds looking for him. Nobody seemed to know where he lived, or even who he was. They must have taken a vow of silence about the matter, she thought.

But Mara was persistent, and soon ruled out all locales except the dilapidated obelisk. When she pushed away the vines and revealed a door, she knew this must be it. And, indeed, there was the Ori. He already knew who she was, and that she was sent by Aphrael, the priestess, to learn about the nature of reality.

For the past couple of months, since the start of the planting season, Mara had met with the Ori once a week. Each week he had given her a new problem, and discussed his disappointment in her failure to solve the previous.

Mara wasn’t inclined to give up. For the tenth time she pounded on the heavy door. Little bits of mortar rained down onto her hair as she pushed the door open and stepped inside with cautious confidence.

“Have you solved your problem?” the Ori asked, as he always greeted her.

She returned her usual greeting in reply, “No.” Her confidence fluttered out the window and joined the birds flying above.

“I see,” the Ori said, diverting his gaze for a moment.

“Do not be disappointed, Ori,” Mara exclaimed. “I tried. I really tried.”

The Ori nodded. “But if you wish to hold the world, open it up and see inside, you need to learn more than how to fish at the end of it.”

“Oh, I do want to hold the world,” Mara said. “See it all. That’s why I work. Hard. But, you see… please don’t be disappointed.”

“I think that if you want to understand the world, we would be best starting with yourself.”

“But I know my own self!” Mara exclaimed.

The Ori drew out a long hum as he stroked his beard. He had a penchant for prolonging his response just long enough to make Mara nervous. As soon as he saw her eyes look away, he replied, “Do you?”

“Oh, yes. See, I saw my image in the mirror, and immediately didn’t confuse me with my reflection.”

The Ori continued to hum, and after a moment Mara felt compelled to explain further. “Most people look in the mirror and see themselves. I look in the mirror and see another Mara who may look like me, but is much less creative and far more annoying in her way of always copying my actions.”

“That would be irritating, yes,” the Ori said. “However, I feel that you do not know yourself as well as you say you do.”

Mara shook her head. “Oh no, no, no. I know myself very well. Much more than my place in the world, it seems.”

“Well, then let us find out,” the Ori said. “One can hardly determine their place in the world if they don’t know how much of it they are occupying.”

“I don’t see how myself matters at all.”

“It matters all too much,” the Ori said. “If you wish to create a true model of the world, it must include yourself. Should it not?”

“Well, I don’t think I take up too much,” Mara said. “I demand very little, if anything at all – hardly any food or drink, and I never throw perfectly good things to waste.”

The Ori stroked his beard some more, and Mara grew very worried. He smiled. “How big are you? Do you know?”

“Yes,” Mara said. “I am 55 inches tall. And, I gather, 14 inches wide and 7 inches deep.”

“Then let us assume an ellipsoid Mara.”

Mara gasped. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and lowered her gaze. “Are you suggesting I have the build of an egg?”

“My dear,” the Ori said. “Just for ease in the calculation. It is only in the spirit of efficient mathematics.”

“Fine, so be it,” Mara said, “I see mathematics and flattery do not make good bedfellows.”

“And you say you wish to be holding a little world. Suppose it’s ten percent the size of you, and on this world is another Mara of size ten percent of it.”

Mara nodded, humming away as she pretended to be in contemplation and not annoyance.

The Ori continued, “And, of course, the little Mara is holding another little world, with similar proportions, and it’s own little Mara, and so on and so forth.”

“Oh! Infinite me’s,” Mara laughed with elation. “Each one of them a darling and not at all egg-shaped.”

“Yes,” the Ori said, and smiled gently with only a hint of deviousness. “So, tell me, darling, what percent of this universe is Mara?”

“Oh, this should not do wonders for my ego, for I know the number will not be that much bigger than my presence in this room, so small all the same.” Mara stared at the ceiling while she thought. “But it shall be easy to compute. All I need to know are the dimensions of the room, of course.”

“Not so much,” the Ori said. “Because a true model of the world includes you, there’s no reason to believe that you’re not on another iteration of the model, with a bigger Mara watching you on a similarly proportioned sphere. And an even bigger Mara watching her, and so on and so forth upward as well.”

“Oh, I do not think I like this anymore,” Mara said as she bit her lip. “A bigger me would certainly have a bigger ego, and I shall fear I’d crush me like a bug out of the frustration of not knowing the answer.”

The Ori nodded solemnly, then smiled. “Then you best be off working on the solution. I much prefer for myself to be in three dimensions and not reduced to two, should you crush the world.”

 

{ Beat Mara to the solution! }

 

 

A Snippet of the History of Mathematics and Fiction

 

As mentioned at the start, this story was an experiment. It was mostly inspired by Lewis Carroll’s A Tangled Tale. Most people know Carroll for Alice in Wonderland – so A Tangled Tale seems to take the backseat in discussions of his work. The tale was a serial work, published in a magazine between 1880 and 1885. Each installment, called a knot, presented some number of mathematical problems.

Because A Tangled Tale was published in installments, Carroll would also discuss reader answers to the questions posed in the previous story.

Carroll was also known for the ribbing of readers who submitted incorrect answers, which was not always appreciated.

A Tangled Tale wasn’t the only such work attempting to combine mathematics and humor. A couple more examples would be Sideways Arithmetic from Wayside School, a spin-off of the Wayside series by Louis Sachar; and Dude, Can You Count? by Christian Constanda.

The latter two examples were published as books. A Tangled Tale was unique in that it included the dialogue between Carroll and the original readers. The entire text (the tale, and discussions) is available on Project Gutenberg.

As for the monthly riddles, here is a great opportunity to experiment a bit with the format of A Tangled Tale.

Each “riddle” presents a problem or two. At the end, the reader is invited to submit a solution before Mara does.

Speaking of solutions…

 

Solution to the June 2013 Riddle

 

If you haven’t worked out the solution to the June 2013 riddle for yourself, this is your last chance!

Seriously.

Once you read the answer, you can never solve it on your own… which, I may add, is an immensely satisfying feeling.

Of course, you could just argue with me over my solution, or how I worded the question. Depending on your personality, this may be just as fun.

 

Solution

The ages of the three children are 6, 6, 1.

 

Explanation

Textbook questions tend to give the student exactly what information they need to solve the problem… which I believe is poor preparation for the real world. But, I digress. There is just enough information in the narrative to solve the puzzle, and not a drop more.

The trick is rather devious. And it lies with the seemingly useless information that the mathematician gives his friend. The information itself isn’t useful (immediately), but the fact that it was needed does shed some light on the puzzle.

The product of the ages is 36. If you write all the ways you can multiply three numbers (positive integers, for those of you inclined to nitpick) to arrive at 36, you’ll find that most of the triples add up to a unique sum.

For example, 3, 3, 4 multiply to 36. These numbers also add up to 10. In fact, it is the only set of three positive integers that add to 10. If these were the ages of the children, the friend wouldn’t have needed the extra piece of information.

And this is the rub. There are only two sets of three positive integers that share the same sum: 6, 6, 1 and 9, 2, 2. The solution has to be one of these sets, because otherwise the friend would have been able to solve the problem without additional help. (Remember, he can see the number of windows).

Once you figure that out, the extra information itself is useful. 9, 2, 2 can’t be right, because there isn’t a “youngest child.” There are two “youngest children.” This means the correct answer is 6, 6, 1.

 

Winners List

 

No correct solutions were submitted – but thanks to everyone who submitted an answer.

Artwork Endeavor Five Year Anniversary

Drawing has been an on-and-off hobby of mine since, well, I can remember. When we were little, my brother and I used to spread huge pieces of moving paper on the living room coffee table and create mural-like drawings.

Thinking back, I’m sure some of them were inspired by Mark Kistler’s Secret City drawings. We were sometimes shown these videos in school.

 

 

 

I always liked to doodle every so often, but for the most part, I considered my brother to be the family artist.

Five years ago my wife and I moved away from Chapel Hill, NC. She had just finished her degree, and since I was still attending NCSU, we moved closer to Raleigh.

With all of our stuff in boxes, all I had to entertain myself were a couple old boxes of colored pencils (the date stamped on the box goes back to the Clinton administration).

I was working on this project called History of the Wiener Dog, which would become An Orthogonal Universe. I had just become stuck on what would become A Foundation in Wisdom, when I had an epiphany. Why don’t I try drawing out the scenes I’m writing?

With that, I immediately got started procrastinating. Below is the very first drawing I completed in summer 2008.

 

Helicopters

R: You look real goofy driving that old thing.
L: Yeah? Well, that’s the most hideous fedora!

 

The above drawing has nothing to do with the plot of An Orthogonal Universe, but it did have one significance. I would soon start making a real effort to improve as an artist.

I took my old Clinton-era colored pencils and colored Ry, the Squirrel.

 

Ry the Squirrel

Poorly drawn Ry the Squirrel!

 

There was a novelty in seeing some of the characters I spent the past year writing about “come to life” in a visual form. Maybe that’s why I kept going, even after I broke through the writer’s block.

 

Start of Artwork Endeavor

 

I consider the image below to be the first drawing that came after a point I said to myself, “hey, I think I’d like to give improving a shot.”

This is a scene from An Ember in the Wind, the sequel to A Foundation in Wisdom.

 

Poorly drawn Mara

Mara and the Puppets! Mara has always had a Wolfpack Red tunic. The colors of Locana, the city she lives in, are Carolina Blue.

 

Eh, that wasn’t very good. The “puppets picture” is an important one, though. Every so often I redo it. The problem with learning any skill, especially if you’re self-teaching, is that progress seems to come so slowly. Improvement is measured in months and years, which is problematic if you get discouraged early on.

Below is the last colored pencil drawing I ever did. It’s John Bartlebee and Sheridan, the protagonists of the An Orthogonal Universe series.

 

LeSabre '88

The stars of An Orthogonal Universe: John Bartlebee and Sheridan! John drives an ’88 Buick LeSabre. John operates his school of the classical sort out of his classic car.

 

Sometime later I realized I could scan my line-art drawings and color them on the computer. I sat down with my copy of The GIMP, and griatch-art’s tutorials, and gave it a go.

Hey, it’s the puppets picture again!

 

Mara 2

Slightly better Mara and the Puppets. This is the very last drawing I did with a mouse.

 

2009 – 2010

 

My wife got me a Wacom Bamboo pen for Christmas 2009. Once I got the hang of it, it made a huge difference.

But, starting in 2009, my free time dwindled considerably. In Fall 2008 I finished the last of the core coursework in my degree program, and began working with my research advisor.

Qualifier exams are notorious in just about any Ph.D. program. Despite their infamy, the workload only goes up once they’re over and done with. At least at NC State, though, the pressure goes down.

The qualifiers make up the last “gateway”, after which, few people leave the program. Still, I didn’t have much time for anything other than quick doodles. Here’s an illustration of Marcus, the protagonist of A Foundation in Wisdom.

 

Marcus

An old illustration of what is now chapter 12 from A Foundation in Wisdom. Marcus is contemplating the highway.

 

2011 – today

 

I graduated in May 2010. After my first semester as a full-time professor, I began to have more free time.

Everything except my degree program was put on hold until I graduated. Afterward, I came up with the idea of an illuminated hypertext novel. I started creating a lot of full-color illustrations for A Foundation in Wisdom, one for each chapter. This version had 30 chapters.

Of the set, the image below is one of my favorites.

 

Eru

Chapter 17 of A Foundation in Wisdom. Marcus climbs the Mount of Mislor to meet with Eru, the wise man.
Random trivia: “Mislor” was my mom’s AOL username back in the mid 90’s. I think my brother came up with it.

 

If you’ve read the book, some of these scenes may look familiar. The one below won’t, unless you read the 2011 version.

 

Peoria

Peoria from A Foundation in Wisdom. This was an illustration of a scene in which Marcus and Peoria went inside a leaf. The scene was deleted from the final manuscript.

 

Vasigari

Vasigari, the Priestess from A Foundation in Wisdom. Poor Marcus – do legs bend like that? I still like that forest.

 

Like I said earlier, learning a skill can be frustratingly slow, unless you’re the patient type.

I like to think I’m of the “patient type,” at least, most of the time I am. But, sometimes, it’s easy to look at the work of people who have been at it much longer than you – and forget just that – that they’ve been at it longer.

That’s why I sometimes redo the “puppets picture.” It was the first illustration. This is the last version, and already it’s over a year old.

 

Mara 3

Mara and the Puppets – the latest version! Recognize the machinery?
Fun fact: The desk and lamp is a reference to the attic in Alone in the Dark.

 

It was completed in March 2012 (although it’s dated 1 April). At this point, I was still planning on releasing An Ember in the Wind as an “illuminated hypertext novel.” So I needed to redo this illustration for the new site, anyway.

This was also the last illustration I created with the intent of releasing An Ember in the Wind as an illuminated hypertext novel.

For various reasons, I pulled the project. A couple months later, I re-declared A Foundation in Wisdom as a novel, and began working with editor Kisa Whipkey to polish it.

While I was waiting for the manuscript to come back, I took requests from random people on deviantART.

 

 

superheroes

Someone on DeviantART asked me to draw her and her friend as superheroes. That’s a futuristic San Francisco in the background.

 

And, just because I felt bad for John Bartlebee and Sheridan, I redid their scene.

 

LeSabre 2

John Bartlebee and Sheridan make their return after 4.333 years. That’s a much nicer looking LeSabre!

 

Now we get to this year! Although I’m not doing illustrations for an “illuminated hypertext novel” anymore, I still enjoy drawing. Up above I mentioned griatch-art’s tutorials. Below is a scene depicting one of his characters.

 

Biltmore

griatch-art@deviantART asked people to draw his characters. That’s Ebb the Dragon, about to make a snack of the Biltmore estate.

 

We’re coming to the end! After nearly five years, I figured it was about time to try drawing myself. I tried using a mirror as a reference, but I kept getting myself backward.

Thinking about what happens next in a story can be hard work. Despite all those monitors, I still primarily use 15-cent Walmart notebooks.

 

self

Incomplete self portrait. Shown: me, hard at work revising A Foundation in Wisdom, while in actuality, putting the real task off.

 

And now, the latest illustration – completed five years after I drew the very first doodle in my notebook.

Even though I’m not working on an “illuminated hypertext novel,” I haven’t lost sight of why I started drawing these scenes in the first place. Drawing the scene out is a great way to break through writer’s block. And since I’m working on An Ember in the Wind, well, here’s Mara again.

 

Forest

Five years later, I finally drew a forest I’m happy with.
Mara still has her Wolfpack Red tunic. Go State!

 

After five years of self-teaching, I’m finally pleased with how I’m doing. As for the illustrations, I may have found a use for them.

I don’t think my experiments with the “hybrid novel”, or “illuminated hypertext” are done. But utility aside, sometimes it’s just fun to draw.

 

Why Libraries Are Not Obsolete

An Orthogonal Universe Blog welcomes Elizabeth Watson, who is our local county librarian and this week’s guest blogger.

 

 

Since approximately 1200 BC, libraries have existed to collect, organize, store, preserve, and make available stories and information. Early libraries consisted of clay tablets and scrolls.

Today in 2013, collecting, organizing, storing, preserving, and making available stories and information looks more like this:

 

 

Over the centuries, the formats that we have used for telling stories and sharing information have changed, but the need for a library to collect and organize documents has not changed. Libraries are able to adjust to changes in format, which is why, depending on whose statistics you believe, 75%-90% of libraries currently offer e-books.

Since the advent of the internet, even more stories and information are now available and need to be collected, preserved, stored, and made available. I would argue that libraries are more needed now than ever before because the content on the internet is not always organized and preserved very well.

In many cases, the amount of information available on a topic is overwhelming, and librarians and information professionals are needed to help people sort through it.  Librarians are also excellent at helping people evaluate the credibility of various sources of information – good researchers know that some sources are more reliable and believable than others.

When I work with students who come to the library, I regularly remind them to look carefully at the sources they are using to write their papers.  People today often “google” what they want to know, which is often a good step, but I would point out that a lot content is licensed and not available for free on the internet. For example, a “google” search is not going to get you access to the professional journal articles that you can get though a licensed database that the library offers.

Research is important, but one of the things I love most about libraries is the stories.  Stories can be found at the library from all different times and places. Stories from all over the world and all throughout history can be found in the library. There is just something magical about a good story. I love the artwork below because I think it captures the feeling of magic and enchantment in storytelling.

Library legend Melvil Dewey even supposed that someday our library would hold stories and from other planets and reserved numbers in the Dewey Decimal classification system for works from alien worlds.

I encourage all of you to support your local libraries.