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Grigory Perelman Turns Down $1M Millennium Prize

Posted by kdawson on from the can't-buy-me-love dept.

Kleiba writes "After turning down the prestigious Field Medal in 2006 for his contributions to mathematics, the reclusive Russian mathematician Grigory Perelman announced yesterday that he is rejecting a $1 million Millennium Prize from the Clay Mathematics Institute for solving the Poincare conjecture."

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  1. Re:Again? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 5, Funny

    he's got 99 problems but the poincare conjecture aint one

  2. Re:he did it because by emudoug42 · · Score: 4, Funny

    yeah, earthly indulgences are wicked sweet. You could buy a lot of waffle mix with one million dollars. about 592,000 lbs of waffle mix.

  3. Millennium, not Millenium. by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 5, Funny

    Millennium. Two Ns. From Latin "mille", thousand, and "annus", year. A thousand years.
    If you write it with only one N, it would be derived from mille and anus, which would be "a thousand assholes".

    1. Re:Millennium, not Millenium. by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 5, Funny

      If you write it with only one N, it would be derived from mille and anus, which would be "a thousand assholes".

      ...which, incidentally, is the prize for excellence in management.

  4. Re:Why by jlp2097 · · Score: 5, Funny

    He should be honored and respected for his actions, not called abnormal.

    Yeah we should give him a prize or sth. Oh, wait...

  5. Perhaps a modest change to his M.O. would do - by RevWaldo · · Score: 5, Funny

    Narrator: Meanwhile, at the International Conference of Mathematics...

    (In a oak-walled conference room, about two dozen bearded and bespeckled men gathered around a long table, cluttered with papers, a large blackboard on the wall full of figures, cross-outs and erase marks. The man at the center of the table stands from his chair and wearily proclaims:)

    Conference Leader: Well, gentlemen, I fear a solution to the Riemann hypothesis eludes us once again...

    (Suddenly, a masked man bursts through the conference room doors.)

    All: It's the Lone Mathematician!

    LM: Gentlemen, I believe this is what you're looking for! (Slaps a paper on the desk. They all look down at it, then look up astonished)

    All: A solution to the Riemann hypothesis! BUT HOW!?

    CL (holding up the paper): So elegant and precise, and yet so simple! You're a man of true genius!

    LM: I'm merely standing on the shoulders of giants, gentlemen.

    (The Lone Mathematician gracefully leaps onto a nearby windowsill and steps out. They all run to the window and look down, seeing that he has jumped onto the back of a horse in the courtyard.)

    LM (riding off): Hi Ho Sliderule, Away!!

    CL: Who was that masked man? I wanted to thank him...

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