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lydyI turned 44 on Wednesday. Yesterday except to those of us who haven't slept once. I have't so it's still my birthday, dammit.
What's interesting about 44? Forty-'leven by rights should mean 51, which isn't right. Four'leven makes me into a directory service. It's true that I can provide opinions on anything, including mustard, but it's not eexactly what I'm going for, here. Numbers with zeros are by definition interesting. Numbers divisible by 5 are interesting, especially as the number of fives gets larger. Sometimes the number of twos can be interesting, but let's face it, twos are awfully common numbers. Sparrows. As for ones, well, they're like turtles. Not worth commenting on, they go all the way down. Primes are always interesting to one extent or another. So, eleven is interesting. So is four, being two twos. So there ought to be something interesting about 44 that I haven't thought of, yet. Frankly, eleven is one of the most interesting numbers. It's a giraffe, a strange creature in captivity. Five is a cop that runs around trying to force things to be divisible by five or ten. Threes are graceful birds (think, trinity), and twos are self involved toddlers. Ones are stolid, and don't move around much. Fours are volatile, and likely to split up into pairs, where as sixes are social climbers, constantly looking to become a dozen or more. They especially like sevens, which give them that nice step up to the baker's dozen. Sevens are basically good-hearted paladins with a confusing philosophy. They're happy to help out, no one knows why they do. Eights are kind of selfish and stand offish, except that their best friend is seven. Nine, on the other hand, is their elder sibling, with whom they have a vicious sibling rivalry. Nine always wins. Nine bumbles about with an earnest need to help people. He really wishes he were ten, because ten can do the perfect transformation: take a number and put it into the tens without altering the number. No longer four, the number becomes glorious fourteen. A grand transformation. Nine is embarrassed that the best he can do is 13, and is constantly apologizing to his clients before adding to them.
Twelves are forbidding. They only wish to socialize with others of their kind. One dozen, two dozen, three dozen. Thirteens are shiny and pretty but unlucky. Forteen is haughty, and has no interest in being added to further. Fifteen is very cheerful, but favors fives and tens. It really doesn't like sevens, as sevens will reduce him to a two. He doesn't mind adding a two, being a seven is rather fine, though not so roly-poly and grand as being a five. But being a two is lowly. Beneath his class.
Huh. What nonsense I do write late at night. I'll look at it in the morning and see if there's anything amusing there, or if it's just a bit of my brain running out on the page that interests no one but me. If you were wondering, this is one of the tools I use to do arithmetic.
What's interesting about 44? Forty-'leven by rights should mean 51, which isn't right. Four'leven makes me into a directory service. It's true that I can provide opinions on anything, including mustard, but it's not eexactly what I'm going for, here. Numbers with zeros are by definition interesting. Numbers divisible by 5 are interesting, especially as the number of fives gets larger. Sometimes the number of twos can be interesting, but let's face it, twos are awfully common numbers. Sparrows. As for ones, well, they're like turtles. Not worth commenting on, they go all the way down. Primes are always interesting to one extent or another. So, eleven is interesting. So is four, being two twos. So there ought to be something interesting about 44 that I haven't thought of, yet. Frankly, eleven is one of the most interesting numbers. It's a giraffe, a strange creature in captivity. Five is a cop that runs around trying to force things to be divisible by five or ten. Threes are graceful birds (think, trinity), and twos are self involved toddlers. Ones are stolid, and don't move around much. Fours are volatile, and likely to split up into pairs, where as sixes are social climbers, constantly looking to become a dozen or more. They especially like sevens, which give them that nice step up to the baker's dozen. Sevens are basically good-hearted paladins with a confusing philosophy. They're happy to help out, no one knows why they do. Eights are kind of selfish and stand offish, except that their best friend is seven. Nine, on the other hand, is their elder sibling, with whom they have a vicious sibling rivalry. Nine always wins. Nine bumbles about with an earnest need to help people. He really wishes he were ten, because ten can do the perfect transformation: take a number and put it into the tens without altering the number. No longer four, the number becomes glorious fourteen. A grand transformation. Nine is embarrassed that the best he can do is 13, and is constantly apologizing to his clients before adding to them.
Twelves are forbidding. They only wish to socialize with others of their kind. One dozen, two dozen, three dozen. Thirteens are shiny and pretty but unlucky. Forteen is haughty, and has no interest in being added to further. Fifteen is very cheerful, but favors fives and tens. It really doesn't like sevens, as sevens will reduce him to a two. He doesn't mind adding a two, being a seven is rather fine, though not so roly-poly and grand as being a five. But being a two is lowly. Beneath his class.
Huh. What nonsense I do write late at night. I'll look at it in the morning and see if there's anything amusing there, or if it's just a bit of my brain running out on the page that interests no one but me. If you were wondering, this is one of the tools I use to do arithmetic.
