For the first time in years I didn't celebrate PI Day (March 14; get
it 3.14). I didn't sing PI Day songs; I didn't make a pie much less a
square pie (A (area) = PI*R (the radius) ^2 (squared), PI r squared).
I did nothing. I remember when I used to sing songs play games and
celebrate the life of PI with food and costumes, now the pinnacle of
Math holidays means nothing to me. PI day has become as meaningless
as Mole Day, the annual Chemistry celebration of Avogadro's Number
(6.02*10^23).
I use more math now than I ever have in my past but I don't celebrate
the holiest of days. In my modern busy life I don't have the time to
stop and remember an infinite number. I feel bad, like I betrayed my
heritage, but no one around was celebrating so it would have been
uncomfortable going to work whistling my favorite PI day songs. I
guess deep down PI day must not be that important to me. There is
always next year's PI Day I can even make up for it by celebrating
Square root day on 3/3/2009 (since 3 is the square root of nine).
Maybe others will start seeing the meaning of these holidays and I'll
ahve someone to celebrate with.
P.S. I didn't celebrate Palm Sunday either.
