In case you haven’t seen it yet on the Instagram, here’s the link to today’s episode of Math and Musings.
Topics discussed include gambling, funnel cakes, and ferry boats.
Among other things.
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Remember that episode of Seinfeld where George pretends to be a hick just moved to New York, figuring that if his entire life was only a couple days it would look impressive?
Yeah, that’s what I’ve got going on with this new social media app called “Instagram.”
You can check out what’s basically a backlog of my photos here.
Ten years after everyone else got on the site I’m there now too.
Better late than never I guess.
I hope.
Starting lineups and reserves for this year’s MLB All-Star game have been announced, and I’m happy to say that, well, I’ve heard of a few of the players, even the first-timers.
It’s always embarrassing to note that many of the players are, in fact, younger than I am. Surely, though, there must be some who are my age, no?
(Pauses to check ages of players.)
Every single all-star younger than yours truly.
Shoot.
And then I remembered…
wait a minute…
every single player in MLB is younger than I am.
Oh, right.
Forgot that one in my old age.
Whoops.
My two favorite holidays are New Year’s Eve and the Fourth of July. New Year’s Day I think is an underrated holiday, never getting its full due as most people waste half the day hungover.
With the Fourth this year falling on a Thursday, many employers have granted their charges a second day off today, Fourth of July Reprise or whatever we’re calling this one, to set up a four-day weekend. Gotta love a double weekend, and if you’re fortunate enough to be in this camp I encourage you to take advantage.
And I guess if you’re hungover through the first weekend you’ve always got a second chance at it.
Looking for something to do? Check out today’s episode of Math and Musings, where my son and I play representatives of the Binghamton, New York, Chamber of Commerce.
Sort of.
Listen to find out more.
In 2004 I had the idea to recite the Declaration of Independence in its entirety from the bandstand at Binghamton’s Recreation Park. It had been a common practice in the 19th and early 20th centuries for a public official to perform this ritual and I was looking to revive it. Oh, I was no public official; I just saw an opportunity.
Twenty years later I’m still at it. I’ve got a much bigger stage these days with a lot more people watching, but the text of the Declaration is still the same. (I even keep the few choice words some folks leave out.)
Still not doing this in any official capacity, but then, it kinda fits the theme, no?
Claude Moore Park in Sterling, Virginia. Tomorrow morning. Ten-thirty.
The first of the month, the first day of a quarter, the first day of the second half of the year… and it’s a Monday. Shouldn’t all things start on Mondays? Someone alert the solar system.
Actually, come to think of it we could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble if we didn’t try to arbitrarily split up the year into sevens and twelves and thirties.
Shoot.
Happy Day 183, everybody!
Today’s episode of Math and Musings was recorded on location in Sayre, Pennsylvania. I have no idea how it came out, so in case it’s inaudible, here’s a summary.
Franklin and I went to a baseball game in Elmira, New York, then talked about it on the show.
For more details, tune in to MAM!
One of my favorite performers of all time is Trey Anastasio. I’ve seen him play dozens of times before, mostly with Phish, sometimes with other jam bands he’s led as a soloist.
I’ve seen various symphony orchestras through the years as well, from high school groups up to philharmonics from major cities.
I have a split personality when it comes to music.
(Actually it’s more like 17 different personalities, but two big ones.)
Both sides of said personality were able to hang out at Wolf Trap last night and be entertained by Trey Anastasio and the National Symphony Orchestra.
Thanks for playing a gig a few miles up the road from my house, guys.
It was either the most staid Trey show I’d ever seen, or the most raucous orchestral performance I’d ever seen, or perhaps some happy Goldilocks medium that brought a few worlds together. Yeah, there were some drunken (among other things) hippies there and some very confused opera-goer types, but for the most part everyone was embracing the alliance. Tuxedo t-shirt was sort of the standard uniform.
Trey doesn’t sit in with the symphony too often (and vice versa), so this really was the first time I was hearing most if not all of these arrangements. Yeah, I’ve heard the tunes before but not like this. I liked being surprised and I liked seeing something different.
Both of me did.
I used to say they did this just for TV.
I suppose it’s still true, it’s just not “TV” any more.
With their win Friday night at home the Edmonton Oilers have fought back from three games down to force a deciding Game Seven in Miami tonight against the Florida Panthers.
NHL ad salesmen rejoice.
An Oilers win would mean the first time since 1942 that a team staved off elimination four games in a row to win the Stanley Cup.
That’s even before TV.
And it’s been 34 years since the Oilers last hoisted Lord Stanley’s cup. That was five championships in seven years for the Albertans.
The first of those five was a cool 40 years ago, when the Oilers won the Stanley Cup and the Celtics won the NBA Championship.
That would make a nice little circle, eh?
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I talk about our recent trip (referenced Monday) to Hagerstown, Maryland, to see the Hagerstown Flying Box Cars.
No, not a vaudeville act. A baseball club, playing at one of the game’s newest venues, Meritus Park.
Ironically (or not), last night we were at a different game, at one of baseball’s oldest parks, Dunn Field in Elmira, New York. This one goes back to 1939 and no, I was not there for the first game.
I saw the most recent one, though, an enjoyable experience to be shared on next week’s episode of MAM.
Enjoy and enjoy.