Saturday, March 14, 2009

Happy Pi Day!

For those of you who do not live or hang out with mathematicians, today is 3.14 - the day of the year that most resembles Pi. Hence: Pi Day!

As I am a fan of mathematicians (and of the other, slightly more delicious pie) I offer the following links of the day:

Among my favorite mathematicians, this is a cherished holiday. Maybe because they are like cinnamon. As big this day is on any year, I am thinking that in a few years we'll need to really do it up. 2015 will be the best year for a Pi Day party this century. 

But that is a few years off. For now, I recommend you live a little: eat some pi. Er, pie.

6 comments:

  1. Nonlinear Papa3/14/2009 10:13 AM

    Pi
    by Wislawa Szymborska


    The admirable number pi:
    three point one four one.
    All the following digits are also just a start,
    five nine two because it never ends.
    It can't be grasped, six five three five,
    at a glance,
    eight nine, by calculation,
    seven nine, through imagination,
    or even three two three eight in jest,
    or by comparison
    four six to anything
    two six four three in the world.
    The longest snake on earth ends
    at thirty-odd feet.
    Same goes for fairy tale snakes,
    though they make it a little longer.
    The caravan of digits that is pi
    does not stop at the edge of the page,
    but runs off the table and into the air,
    over the wall, a leaf, a bird's nest, the clouds, straight into the sky,
    through all the bloatedness and bottomlessness.
    Oh how short, all but mouse-like
    is the comet's tail!
    How frail is a ray of starlight,
    bending in any old space!
    Meanwhile two three fifteen
    three hundred nineteen

    my phone number your shirt size
    the year nineteen hundred and seventy-three
    sixth floor
    number of inhabitants sixty-five cents
    hip measurement two fingers
    a charade and a code,
    in which we find how blithe the trostle sings!
    and please remain calm,
    and heaven and earth shall pass away,
    but not pi, that won't happen,
    it still has an okay five,
    and quite a fine eight,
    and all but final seven,
    prodding and prodding a plodding eternity
    to last.


    Translated by Joanna Trzeciak

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  2. The poem is great! Is that your papa?

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  3. We just got back from a pi day celebration!

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  4. I've always wanted to learn fuzzy maths but have never really had the motivation. Or ability. I do love that poem, though.

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