Apréndase Pi con 20 Decimales, y sorprenda a sus amigo Opciones

[S. E. Puelma Moy...]

Muchas gracias, de todos modos estaba conentando un poco en broma. Las oraciones que pusiste allí, me permiten concluir que



Y precisamente son esos, todos los decimales de que conozco. Yo dije "26 decimales", excluyendo la parte entera. De todos modos, no se lo vayan a tomar a mal

[GoNzA3]

Aprendase los 20 primeros decimales de Pi como si estuviera en primero.
Miren lo que encontré en Wikipedia:



Una forma de memorizar los 20 primeros dígitos es con este poema, sólo hay que contar las letras de cada palabra:

Soy y seré a todos definible
mi nombre tengo que daros
cociente diametral siempre inmedible
soy de los redondos aros

bkn lo del poema pa aprenderse pi, no puedo creer esa *** del japones que recito por 13 HORAS los numeros jajaj

[cynthia farias]

esta wenisimo!!!

[MiguelFx]

esta weno oe... lo del japones, fue de corrido? o paraba pa comer , ir al baño,etc?

[OckUC]

Esta bueno el poema. Personalmente, yo haría la serie de Taylor para el arcoseno con x=1 y multiplicar todo por 2. Pero estar derivando a cada rato me demoraría mucho. Asi que mejor el poema

[unknown]

gracias... ya me lo aprendi con 20 y ahora vere si puedo con 26
salu(1+1/2+1/4+1/8+...)

Pd: porque la cazuela es vector???

[PedroRamone24]

Aportao..a memorizarme el poema no as!

[canuto18]

Gran aporte se agradece !!

[Nico.]

Contando el numero de letras de cada palabra se saben los numeros de pi
para cada palabra de 10 letras = 0
para una palabra de 12 letras = 1 y 2 ; 13 letras = 1 y 3 ...

One
A Poem

A Raven

Midnights so dreary, tired and weary,
Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.
During my rather long nap – the weirdest tap!
An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber’s antedoor.
“This”, I whispered quietly, “I ignore”.

Perfectly, the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember.
Inflamed by lightning’s outbursts, windows cast penumbras upon this floor.
Sorrowful, as one mistreated, unhappy thoughts I heeded:
That inimitable lesson in elegance – Lenore -
Is delighting, exciting…nevermore.

Twelve
The Meeting

Carefully replacing Shakspar’s Dramas in its shelf, I immediately heard a distant tapping. Anticipating Surta’s arrival, instead I saw my Cadaeic guide.
“Directly Surta will arrive,” she whispered. “Already I have ascertained several things. Every literary change that’s happened is, indeed, caused by Surta’s latest spell. I (actually, we, since I am quite unanalytical) must determine what change he’s effected exactly, and what (if anything) will reverse it. But silence! – Surta arrives.”
Fleeing quickly, my guide disappeared within an adjacent chamber. Evidently she maintained faith in my abilities – a faith that I didn’t necessarily share. Casting my gaze near Surta’s artifacts, I reassessed the clues present there. Each literary piece that I had studied flashed in my mind. Heuristic and mathematical schemes flickered in my brain.
I was interrupted by a stranger’s entrance.
“Greetings, stranger. I knew that she was disreputable, but I never imagined she’d enlist an incapable…” Clutching a paper sheaf, the middle-aged man snarled the final epithet. Being sure he was Surta, I (surprising myself) gave a defiant reply.
“Capable, I’d say,” I replied with sarcasm. “Huge literary changes were the first clue that the universe was amiss. Desecrated literature isn’t a small matter – thus, I’ll rectify the injustice,” I declared.
“Fie!” yelled Surta, suddenly. “But a single flaw in my skills has permitted this discernment. Fully the entire universe (a single being excepted, apparently) can’t even perceive the literary changes.”
Determining that I was near the right track, I pressed ahead.
“Certainly, indeed, several rules determine each printed text’s structure. Chapters besides the antepenultimate use a certain rule, and the antepenultimate uses a different rule.” Haughtily I said this, as if sure, even as uncertainty nagged at my brain.
Clearly my statement had an effect, as Surta was visibly surprised.
“B’Gah’s skull!” he hissed. “Getting a bit near the truth there, but still… I can’t be hindered by a mere lucky guesser. Even with luck, my secret will remain hidden!”
Jauntily, he remarked, “The literary effect can be reversed – in quite an elegant way, I must say – albeit certainly this will never happen. But simply write a text using precisely the same rules as mine and all will be mended. Hilarity ensues at the mere idea – what a time-waster! Ha, ha, ha!”, he cackled.
“Decidedly predictable, isn’t he?”, I said internally. “A big speech just like the classic villain’s I’m-invincible-thus-I-might-as-well-tell-the-secret spiel!” I had, it seemed, learned all I needed, except the exact rules determining a text’s structure. Given that I had already divined the antepenultimate-chapter rule, I was certain that, given time, I’d determine the remaining rules.
At that instant, my Cadaeic friend returned. Flashing me a significant glance, she entered in earnest debate with Surta. I sensed her cue and hurried exitward, stealthily grabbing the Shakspar’s Dramas as I left.
Cursedly, I remembered that we had entered rather magically. I didn’t have any idea where the exit was! I thus walked the hallways until I saw an uninhabited chamber. Camping there, I again began intense study, this time primarily in each text’s early chapters.
Giving A Midsummer Night’s Dream, the first play in the Shakspar reader, intense scrutiny, I suddenly saw it! “Electrifying!”, I exclaimed, as further study verified, at least tentatively, my belief.
A rumbling in the nearby wall suddenly caught my ear. Jackhammers! “Egress must be nearby,” I said quietly. Hunting left and right at eye level I quickly spied a crack. Behind it I saw the passageway we had walked a few minutes earlier. Jumping back, I ran firmly at the wall.
Gingerly picking myself up after my inelegant exit, I hurried back in expectancy, desiring the mathematical treatises residing in my study. During the next several days (as Surta’s writing rules were quite difficult, the task advanced quite gradually) I crafted a slim treatise – this very tale – that fulfilled the necessary requirements. I finished it five days after Michaelmas at three A.M.
Descending my stairs, I apprehensively checked my Cambridge Treasury. Despite my best attempts, mutated texts still met my eyes!
Evidently, I was still missing a key clue. I was sure that my main rule (describing all chapters but the antepenultimate) was right – it was very bizarre, thus it must be right, I argued. But a new idea appeared: as the antepenultimate rule I had crafted was relatively simple, perhaps there was an extra rule that applied as well?
Carl Sandburg’s Grass inhabited the antepenultimate chapter in the Cambridge Treasury. Just its few lines did I see, and study, thus:

se llama Cadaeic Cadenza y sirve para memorizar 3835 numeros de pi

http://gaussianos.com/cadaeic-cadenza/

[Gato de Schrödin...]

Otros 2 Poemas para aprender π con 31 decimales sacados de wikipedia

Voy a amar a solas, deprimido
no sabrán jamás que sueño hallarte,
perímetro difícil, escondido
que en mis neuronas late...
Oscuro el camino para ver
los secretos que tú ocultas
¿hallarlos podré?...

Soy π, lema y razón ingeniosa de hombre sabio, que serie preciosa valorando, enunció magistral. Por su ley singular, bien medido el grande orbe por fin reducido fue al sistema ordinario usual.

En este π representa 1