It occurs to me that, if someone asks how much pie you want from a whole pie, you could ask for pi percent. I could go for 3.14 percent of a pie. Sounds like a good amount to enjoy.
Today, we went to the Expolratorium. Today was also Pi Day. It’s a math thing, and I married the math-iest guy of them all. So today, in month 3, day 14 of the year at 1:59 pm, the parade began. Every member of the parade at the Exploratorium had a digit of Pi to carry, starting with the 3.14159 and carrying on a very long time. The idea to celebrate Pi day was apparently born at the San Francisco Exploratorium in 1988, when an employee named Larry Shaw had the great idea. March 14, through some great coincidence, is apparently also Albert Einstein’s birthday. It’s like he knew. Larry Shaw is gone, now, but his wife came to celebrate Pi Day in his favorite shirt with a pie pattern in its fabric. If a parade so silly could have a grand marshal, she was it.
We listened to a lecture on the history of Pi’s discovery and heard a few artists give their interpretation of Pi. We saw a quilt where each color represented a specific digit, and the squares were arranged in a spiral out from the center to display all the digits of Pi that would fit on a quilt. It was all pretty nerdy and cool. I am certain that I wouldn’t have set foot in the Exploratorium if I were in town with any other person, but I was there with Cas, and it’s a lot like when we went to the Museum of Math together. I really do think that has to be what it’s like to go to a fabric store with Vera Wang or something.
I do want to write about the rest of the day we just had, and I am sure I will do that in the morning, but right now, it’s kind of late. We’ll dive into Haight Ashbury and Chinatown along with our varied and strange modes of transportation in the morning. In the meantime, enjoy Cas in his element.
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