Strictly speaking, a two-hour delay should have one-fourth the value of a full-on snow day.
But no child (or teacher) in America thinks a two-hour delay is anywhere near 25% as good as a snow day. Ten to 15 percent tops.
Yet if you offered me the choice of four two-hour delays in a row or one snow day…
I’d take the four delays.
Figure that one out.
For every day of my life I have an index card with a list of items I plan to do that day.
Today’s card says: whatever the (expletive) I want.
Yup. That’s a good day.
On today’s episode of Math and Musings my son refers to the holiday season as “Tripmas.”
My boy.
Five best places to spend Christmas:
5. Paris
4. Hawaii
3. New York City
2. London
(big pause)
I’ve done only one of these (so far)…
42 Christmases in a row.
A recent press release from McDonald’s trumpets changes in its burgers and buns… beefier, juicier, “better” or some such thing.
Among other changes is a promise of sesame seeds that are “more spread out” on the bun.
Sesame seeds that are more spread out.
Fewer sesame seeds per bun inch.
Well it’s about damn time, isn’t it?
If Alex Ovechkin some day falls one short of setting the all-time career record for goals scored I’ll remember yesterday afternoon and still call him the greatest I ever saw.
Midway through the second period the Great Eight had an easy-ish chance at a goal right in front of the net (and right in front of me, who got to see it in person).
But a few feet away was Dylan Strome, to whom Ovi selflessly flipped the puck for a goal even I could have tapped in.
Well, could have tapped in if I’d been on the ice. From my seat I would have had to stretch pretty far.
Season Four of Math and Musings premieres today, with my most popular guest promoting his new website.
Calendars change, but some things never do.
Amen.
I don’t really care who wins; I just love the fact that the Universities of Michigan and Washington are competing for this year’s NCAA football championship. This is further proof that I never actually left the year 1991; I’m just a different character in the story now. My nine-year-old self has turned into my nine-year-old son, and, as has been a theme the past 20 years of my life, I’ve turned into my dad.
Now quick, somebody warn George Bush that it is the economy!
Happy New Year, everyone!
As one who likes to examine numbers and describe interesting attributes of such, I would be remiss if I did not mention yesterday’s date: 12/31/23. That’s 123123. Awesome.
Today’s not a bad one either: 1/1/24. Not only is it New Year’s Day it’s also an addition problem: 1+1+2=4.
And New Year’s on a Monday? Yes, please. Every year should start on a Monday, right? Every week starts with a Monday, so why not every month and every year? It fits the whole Monday-holiday thing too.
Moses B. Cotsworth proposed something along these lines in 1902, the “Cotsworth plan” or “Cotsworth calendar,” later adopted by the Eastman Kodak Company and employed in its offices until 1989. Sometimes called the Eastman plan, the “International Fixed Calendar” had 13 months of 28 days each, with every date fixed to a particular day of the week. My birthday, June 7, would always be on a Saturday, which is kind of cool. Less cool was that Cotsworth started his weeks and months on Sunday, not Monday, rendering the whole thing silly.
The trick is making every day awesome, regardless of the date or day of the week.
And that’s my only New Year’s resolution this year.
No doubt outshined again today on Math and Musings, my guest not only is better looking and funnier than I am but has a new blog too!
Enjoy.
Steps to enjoying a nice winter vacation:
Check. Check. And check.