It must be a bakers dream of having a day celebrated by the world.
Pi was yesterday (3/14), but pi still exists today.
Pi always exists. Maybe it needs its day to be lauded.
But if I don’t feel like it, please accept my apologies.
What about all the other specialties of science?
Do they feel left out because they cannot connect to our calendar?
Theroms, practicums, formulas, and such.
When no day is found for them, how do they feel?
I quit celebrating my birthday.
I told someone 40 years ago to quit sending me a check.
The day is mine; unless you know me, it’s neither paraded nor shared.
What do you want? Nothing. What do you need? Well. Different story.
I often ask for a winning lottery ticket.
It’s never been my focus to playing, and I’m unsure I know how.
The gamble of winning is astronomically minimal.
Give your dollars to me, and I’ll split the sum with you.
Back to pi. I’m sorry to say I had forgotten you existed.
We know the base numbers but forget your reason.
Does it matter that you are nothing but a ratio that’s standard?
You show me the circumference’s relation to a circle’s diameter
Whew! I’m smarter now that I know that!
Around the outside and dissected through the middle, side to side.
Do the math. Voila! 3.14, now, was that so hard?
If we always know the answer, then do we care?
This got me thinking about life in general.
We know the beginning but not necessarily the end.
Can we trust the stopping point and proscribe the ratio of our life?
Probably not. We want that dissecting point to be long-lived.
From beginning to end, we want life to be full.
A long circumference around.
But life is not a circle. It’s a linear line—one event after the other.
From the beginning until the end.
As one person says, make your life better than you have a right to be.
Live it well. Righteous. As perfect as you you can.
When you reach your end, we’ll celebrate your journey.
I would like to think through my tears – that’s the best day to remember you.
I celebrated Pi Day, 3.14, with a razzleberry pie yesterday. Years ago when I was a high school teacher, my colleagues in the math department introduced me to National Pi day and we held a group pie-athon. My non-mathematical brain leapt at the chance to celebrate something with numbers, and I’ve been observing the date ever since. I reciprocated by introducing them to the Ides of March, 3.15, poor Julius Caesar’s fateful day – and mine for grading all those term papers. Not nearly as much fun to celebrate, but guess I’ll be having a Caesar salad today.
Yep. Ides of March.