pi day
So yesterday when I picked up the 9 year-olds Michaela informed me she needed to stop and buy cookies "for the party tomorrow." I'm like...what party? And she said, "Don't you know, Mommy? It's Pi Day."Well, thank goodness I'd talked to a friend earlier in the week about it cuz apparently I was the last to know that such a holiday existed (even being a math major way back when) and I'd probably still be in the dark if he hadn't told me. Anyway, she picked out powdered donuts (sorry, Shenoa, they make me wanna eat your cat).
Now it's officially 3/14 and I'm looking around checking out all the round things that I need to be celebrating. The ginger snaps in the breakroom are round. So are the little medicine cups (and the cups, bottles, and glasses everyone's gonna be drinking out of later to celebrate this alcoholiday). The elevator buttons...wow. I'm going to celebrate elevator buttons. The headlights on my car are round. Actually, so is Saturn. And my eyeballs. And basketballs (oh god...I need to go pick up those suckers). Anyway...
I realize that mathletes are brilliant people who figure out equations and stuff that they then apply to time and space and weather and nursing and everything. But a holiday to celebrate what I multiply by the radius squared to get the area of a circle?
Are you fucking kidding me?
I remember taking differential equations and applied linear algebra my sophomore year in college, and I wanted to kill myself. I kept saying to my (then) boyfriend, "When the fuck am I EVER going to use this shit again?" And he, being an engineering geek, proudly rattled off every little thing in life that he could apply this crap to. No wonder he's a successful engineer and I'm still in school for 40 more days. (And then there was some dumbass kid in my chemistry class who had memorized like the first 200 digits of pi or something like that.)
But fuck that. There's no way in hell I'm celebrating a holiday for pi, for math, or for circles. No way.
Last night's Seinfeld was the one with the cakes...everyone kept bringing cake to celebrate everything and Elaine was so annoyed. (Then she wanted cake but couldn't tell her co-workers cuz they all thought she was a party pooper so she ate Peterman's wedding cake that was worth $25,000 and was 60 years old.) That's kinda how I feel about Pi Day.
Anyway...
Quote of last week: "Without geometry, life is pointless." Well apparently without cake, geometry is pointless as well.
At least tomorrow is a real holiday. You just watch...everyone's gonna be dressed in togas, eating Caeser salad, calling each other Brutus and Cassius, and threatening to kill potential kings. Now THAT is something to celebrate.
posted by jill at 04:10
8 Comments:
Psshh. whatever jill. St. Patricks day isn't till SATURDAY, not tomorrow.
st. patrick's day is a holiday X 2. i was conceived on that day (don't ask me how i know. ewwww).
wow. i ocne figured out i was conceived on Halloween. (Double Ewwww.). what is it with second string holidays that lead to procreation? maybe x-Mas, Thanksgiving, Chaunakah are just way too stressful to get your Nook on.
or maybe it's too cold for guys to
oh nevermind.
being conceived on halloween is awesome, much like st. patty's day. it's just sick to think about. especially given how much my parents hate each other.
ewwww
I will never let the kids watch EM:HE as long as neither of us ever tell them the story of how, where and on what day they were conceived
I found out about Jacob's existence on St. Patrick's Day. I know my dad, the Irish imp, had something to do with that.
your dad was a badass.
the twins were conceived on new years eve, cool in itself. and how they were conceived is cool as hell. but i'll never tell them, i promise.
My brother was conceived in a weird way... my parents were living in Africa at the time ding volunteer work, and one night, they decided to get their Nook on. Well, it jus so happens that it was a full moon that night, and full moon nights are when all the bush tribes go nutz and bang their drums, do their bushman dances, let themselves be possesed by the bush spirits, etc. Not wanting to concieve a child at that time, my mother reaches for her diaphram. She opens it up, and finds that ants have eaten it. I mean like chewed holes all over it. Well, shit. Now what? My Dad suddently remembers a stash of condoms in the clinic they were working at! But it is across the compound, and looking out their bedroom window, they can see a group of bushmen with spears swiggin bush-hooch from a bottle and fighting...Hmmm. Ok, no go on the condoms. Well, we'll just be carefull.
9 months later, my parents are flying back to the US and my brother was born.
that is way too much information
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