Beyond the event itself, nothing historic happened the day my father was born. It was Abe Vigoda's fifth birthday, and August Derleth's seventeenth. It was the 95th anniversary of the Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek, the 205th of the London premier of Handel's Rinaldo, and the 344th of the announcement of the Gregorian Calendar. The building he was born in is the same one I was born in (since replaced with a newer hospital wing). His paternal grandfather was 89 years old and had a couple years left in him, his maternal grandfather only 50, with over 43 left to go.
When I told my son his grandfather was three to the fourth, he did a little thinking and realized that in a couple months, he'll be two to the fourth. A few months after that, I'll be seven squared. 2(4), 7(2), and 3(4) all at the same time. Who thinks of such things?
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That's cool. Jeff's kinda mathy. I just asked him if there's anything interesting about 46 (which I will be in a couple months) and he said no.
46 is the number of different arrangements (up to rotation and reflection) of 9 non-attacking queens on a 9×9 chessboard. Don't ask me what it means, ask these guys:
http://www.stetson.edu/~efriedma/numbers.html.
I'll be 7 squared this year, too. Except that I have decided to drop 10 and start counting all over again.
That's cool because you'll still be the product of two primes.
Jayzus, Mary and Joseph!
Cool. I just turned the last Roman numeral when written lexicographically.
that's crazy! i'm going to be the square root of 1296 in a couple weeks. and if you add 1+2+9+6, you get 18, which will be exactly half my age. what does it all mean?
Who thinks of such things?
I was just thinkin' t'other day... Says to myself: "Self: you are gonna be seven squared in just a few months..."
(Being the half-empty-personality-disorder-type that I am, I had to add, of course, the caveat... "...if you make it that far...")
And then I thought, oh dear, that is one year less than 50, and at 50, I've heard, that a woman becomes invisible... imaginary... kind of like zero - which is both real and imaginary...
I'm mean, all I have to do is walk down the street with my twenty-something daughters and I can already tell I'm becoming transparent...
Calling all mathematicians - dead or alive - please tell me "50" absolutely does not fit into this equation at all: z = x + iy.
The good news, Wiggy, is 50 fits into every equation, any equation you want. Now, you define yourself as the imaginary part. This leaves a twenty-something daughter -- say, 22? -- as the other part. Using the vector equation,
z = 22 + i50
yields an absolute value of 54.6, which is greater than each of the two parts. It is thus clear that, when you are walking down the street with your daughter, she enhances your presence, and you enhance hers; and by this numerical comparison, you enhance her even more than she enhances you! It's all good, and the only imaginary part of this problem is the idea that you are becoming either transparent or invisible.
...she enhances your presence, and you enhance hers; and by this numerical comparison, you enhance her even more than she enhances you! It's all good..."
Hmm. Sounds as if you practice the art of rhetoric as well as the science of mathematics... However, if I've enhanced her presence at any point during my short stint on this planet, I guess I "done good" ;-)
Wow. I is way too dum to foller all these here noomruls.
I will be 677. That's right in the year 1330 I was one of the Teutonic knights who forced King Johann of Bohemia to cede all rights to Pomerania. It was rough bu twe got what we wanted in the end.
It was rough bu twe got what we wanted in the end.
A mighty brave lad you must have been back in the day!
Aye, and a right precocious infant, if I do the math correctly!
Perhaps Harry has the missing time machine! (He didn't exactly say when he would be 677, now, did he?)
And he did sound a little stressed in his last couple of posts on Lunacy at Noon...
Harry - come back - the year is 2007...
Is it? Or is time circular, or spherical? I was under the impression that the year was 1800. I've been struggling with a camel train in the Taklamakan for a couple of weeks. Once I drop this shipment off in Peking, I'll be off down to Hue to trade with the emperor's merchants there, then taking ship from Saigon for the Sadnwich Islands.
I've been struggling with a camel train in the Taklamakan for a couple of weeks...
Need any help? I know a couple of people who are wanting a little adventure in their lives... one, in particular, who is very sick of the cold weather...
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