At the tone, the time will be 3-14-15 9:26:53… That is all. Carry on.
Dad, can I have some three point one four for dessert, please?
A “reloaded” post is a quick-clipped summary of a bunch of small things from the past few days. I want to write them down, but I am either lacking in (a) details or (b) time. That’s just how it goes sometimes. Enjoy.
The Road to Recovery
Grrr. After nearly three weeks of mild to moderate illness, three weeks of missing work, runs, and a chunk of our vacation, and after three weeks of living in an exhaustion-induced blurry haze, whatever illness struck me down seems to be on the retreat. I’ve consumed copious quantities of tea. I’ve crawled into bed at ridiculously early hours. I’ve personally destroyed a double-digit percentage of a medium-sized rainforest’s worth of tissues whilst blowing my nose. The virus, influenza or whatever it might have been, is still taking a few last pot-shots as it escapes over the hill, making a last-stand for soon-to-be reclaimed sinus-territory. But, health… it is soon to be paying me a visit once again.
Bring Your Daughter to Work Day
The stars aligned on Monday afternoon. Karin had to come downtown to a meeting. I had a meeting and couldn’t sign-off early. And Claire’s pre-school let out in a sort-of awkward timeframe to match up with three people needing to be in different places at the same time. So, Karin dropped Claire off downtown, and for the first time in the fifteen months of my time at this job, she got to see where I work. It was quite awesome, the pure and delicious wonder in her eyes and comments. She tip-toed into the building, whispering as we walked past the call centre and into the back area where my cube resides. She came prepared with her crayons, and dutifully supplied me (and one of my co-workers, too) with some drawings. We paid a visit to the vending machine and I let her pick out a treat. She discovered my thumbtacks and hung up some of her art. And all around she drew the curious conversations of a variety of the folks around my office. I finished up a few things, sent some emails, and then we were off to ride the train back home. “That was fun.” She told me later. “I like your work, but next time I’m going to get candy instead of chips.”
It is, of course, Pi Day today. March Fourteenth. 3-14. 3.14. Pi. Look it up if you don’t understand. Shamefully, despite the abundance of green-hued food and beverages on sale in preparation for another notable day three days from now, retailers haven’t picked up on the obvious — and simple — marketing opportunity that would fall out of today. For dinner we had pizza (pie) and for desert we sliced up a blueberry pie. But, upon visiting the grocery store today, a location you might think would leap at the opportunity to encourage the purchase and consumption of something so obvious as PIE for PI DAY… nada. I had to hunt at the back corner of Safeway for a few less-than-obvious standard-issue boxed pies. It’s really too bad. And, you can keep your green beer. I’ll eat my pi… I mean, pies.
Do I smell a tasty new family tradition? Mmm…. Pie. You know you want a piece.
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That’s right. You’ve been waiting for it. You’ve been anxious in anticipation. And now it’s finally here. It’s pi day! Get out your pans and bake up a good old lemon meringue, coconut creme, or even a tasty dutch apple.
Ahem. Pay attention.
March = 3
Today = 14th
3.14 = pi = everyone’s favorite irrational number = the circumference of a circle divided by its diameter
Okay. Fine. Forget it.
In other news, we took Karin’s ma on a whirl-wind tour of the city yesterday. Between the Chinese Gardens, Stanley Park, and a big meal at the Macaroni Grill, I was so tucked I fell asleep reading in the big green chair last night.
Sharyl joyously insults me without knowing it: Brad should be happy to hear that I am a stats/ computer queen!!!
Brad replies with earnest (not the goes-to-camp kind): I think your misconception of me a some sort of computer nerd who glories in the triumph of mathmatica, is slightly distorted. You need to understand that there is a subtle difference between a geek and an nerd. It is like the difference between an artist and a painter. Like a nerd, a painter may find wonder in the tools of his trade for the sheer joy that they exist and he owns them, revelling in the pixel count of his paintbrush or marvelling at how ergonomic his ladder harness might be. They do valuable jobs, nerds repairing hard disk drives and writing software to compute pi to eight billion digits, painters colorizing our walls and ceilings. But they differ fundamentally from geeks and (subsequently) artists. Geeks and artists marvel in their tools but only to the point that a better brush or a quicker processor can allow them to more acurately portray the sallow grimace of a stooping old man on his porch swing or to increase the level of realism in a digitally rendered army of ants crawling along a virtual tree trunk. All geeks must at one point have been nerds to understand this transition and the fundamental basics of their tools, just as all artists must spend years studying paint dynamics and color pallates. But there is a very important difference.