At the beginning of her analysis of the lyrics and music of of the familiar song, Vi Hart refers to recent news by saying, “So you might have heard that you can sing ‘Happy Birthday’ without getting sued….” That’s just the beginning. Click here to watch the video and learn a lot.
The image is linked, but if you’d prefer, here is a direct link.
O.K. I hope I’ve set this up correctly so that this delightful image by artist Sam Welty is linked to the page that will show the TJ Center muzzles when they are announced on Mr. Jefferson’s B’day, 13 April 2011.
HB, Mr. Jefferson. Thanks for thinking about things.
It’s that time of year again. Today is 3.14.2011, so it Π Day! Yea! And Hoppy Birdthay, Albert Einstein.
When I was a high school sophomore, I thought it was pretty cool that I could remember π to four decimal places. Then my friend Bill off-handedly recited it a coupla-few digits beyond 3.1415926 and said, “Pffft…that’s all I can remember.” At my current age, I’m happy to remember anything beyond 3.14.
Everybody’s talkin’ ’bout… John Lennon’s birthday. So, this year he’d have turned 70 years old. I wonder what his voice would sound like at this age. I wonder what his lyrics would be. Anybody wonder if he might have paraded about naked with saggy skin while weary his OBE medal?
Hoppy birdthay, Bob.
Today would be the 60-somethingth birthday of my friend, Bob Davidson. In his honor, I’ve taken an obligatory celebratory run and, true to Bob’s routine, I’m having a beer afterwards. Although the beer’s not Bob’s usual Bud (and I don’t drink beer often), the run was on trails and that’s quite fitting.
I recall more than one trail run with Bob, but one was sticking with me this morning. It was a Saturday morning in Phoenix in the early ’90s and he took me to South Mountain Park. We parked somewhere near where a lot of kids were riding mountain bikes (they were just becoming fashionable, or at least the fashion was just coming into my consciousness) and we took off on foot. Bob knew where he was going. Very soon we left the pavement and wound up on single-track paths. We ran and ran: up hills, down slopes that nearly required scrambling, along ridges, and through canyon bottoms.
Just to the west of here, on the nearby ‘grounds,’ we’ll be celebrating the birthday of the university’s founder, Thomas Jefferson. Mr. Jefferson, as he’s known around these parts, was born in 1743 in Shadwell, a few miles to the east of where I sit. In addition to the sensational references to apparent mis-steps and perhaps even one or a few about T.J. and the Revo (thanks, Parker), there are sure to be very many references to the many, many excellent ideas Mr. Jefferson provided to humankind and his accomplishments, including founding U.Va. It’ll be a wonderful day here.
Today is the anniversary of the birth of the baseball player who wore number 42, Jackie Robinson. Given his contributions to baseball and America, it’s fitting that he was honored by having his number retired, never again to be worn by another baseball player. As I’ve argued in previous entries, Mr. Robinson’s efforts deserve special recognition. For today, though, it’s just a day to celebrate his birth.