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From whiskey river<\/em><\/a>:<\/p>\n

A Word on Statistics<\/strong><\/p>\n

Out of every hundred people,<\/p>\n

those who always know better:
\nfifty-two.<\/p>\n

Unsure of every step:
\nalmost all the rest.<\/p>\n

Ready to help,
\nif it doesn’t take long:
\nforty-nine.<\/p>\n

Always good,
\nbecause they cannot be otherwise:
\nfour — well, maybe five.<\/p>\n

Able to admire without envy:
\neighteen.<\/p>\n

Led to error
\nby youth (which passes):
\nsixty, plus or minus.<\/p>\n

Those not to be messed with:
\nfour-and-forty.<\/p>\n

Living in constant fear
\nof someone or something:
\nseventy-seven.<\/p>\n

Capable of happiness:
\ntwenty-some-odd at most.<\/p>\n

Harmless alone,
\nturning savage in crowds:
\nmore than half, for sure.<\/p>\n

Cruel
\nwhen forced by circumstances:
\nit’s better not to know,
\nnot even approximately.<\/p>\n

Wise in hindsight:
\nnot many more
\nthan wise in foresight.<\/p>\n

Getting nothing out of life except things:
\nthirty
\n(though I would like to be wrong).<\/p>\n

Balled up in pain
\nand without a flashlight in the dark:
\neighty-three, sooner or later.<\/p>\n

Those who are just:
\nquite a few, thirty-five.<\/p>\n

But if it takes effort to understand:
\nthree.<\/p>\n

Worthy of empathy:
\nninety-nine.<\/p>\n

Mortal:
\none hundred out of one hundred —
\na figure that has never varied yet.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Wislawa Szymborska; translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n

One Hundred and Eighty Degrees<\/strong><\/p>\n

Have you considered the possibility
\nthat everything you believe is wrong,
\nnot merely off a bit, but totally wrong,
\nnothing like things as they really are?<\/p>\n

If you’ve done this, you know how durably fragile
\nthose phantoms we hold in our heads are,
\nthose wisps of thought that people die and kill for,
\nbetray lovers for, give up lifelong friendships for.<\/p>\n

If you’ve not done this, you probably don’t understand this poem,
\nor think it’s not even a poem, but a bit of opaque nonsense,
\noccupying too much of your day’s time,
\nso you probably should stop reading it here, now.<\/p>\n

But if you’ve arrived at this line,
\nmaybe, just maybe, you’re open to that possibility,
\nthe possibility of being absolutely completely wrong,
\nabout everything that matters.<\/p>\n

How different the world seems then:
\neveryone who was your enemy is your friend,
\neverything you hated, you now love,
\nand everything you love slips through your fingers like sand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Federico Moramarco)<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Not from whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n[The following excerpt comes from an article, “The Mountains of Pi<\/a>,” in The New Yorker<\/em> of March 2, 1992. The article profiled two brothers, Gregory and David Chudnovsky<\/a>, who had dedicated years of their life — and pretty much all of their New York apartment — to building a sprawling supercomputer (which they named “m zero”) with only a single real purpose: to calculate the value of pi… exactly<\/em>. (Gregory Chudnovsky suffered from myasthenia gravis, which largely confined him to bed.)]\n

The brothers have lately been using m zero to explore the number pi. Pi, which is denoted by the Greek letter Π<\/span>, is the most famous ratio in mathematics, and is one of the most ancient numbers known to humanity. Pi is approximately 3.14 — the number of times that a circle’s diameter will fit around the circle…<\/p>\n

Pi goes on forever, and can’t be calculated to perfect precision: 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751… This is known as the decimal expansion of pi. It is a bloody mess. No apparent pattern emerges in the succession of digits. The digits of pi march to infinity in a predestined yet unfathomable code: they do not repeat periodically, seeming to pop up by blind chance, lacking any perceivable order, rule, reason, or design — “random” integers, ad infinitum. If a deep and beautiful design hides in the digits of pi, no one knows what it is, and no one has ever been able to see it by staring at the digits. Among mathematicians, there is a nearly universal feeling that it will never be possible, in principle, for an inhabitant of our finite universe to discover the system in the digits of pi. But for the present, if you want to attempt it, you need a supercomputer to probe the endless scrap of leftover pi.<\/p>\n

Before the Chudnovsky brothers built m zero, Gregory had to derive pi over the telephone network while lying in bed. It was inconvenient. Tapping at a small keyboard, which he sets on the blankets of his bed, he stares at a computer display screen on one of the bookshelves beside his bed. The keyboard and the screen are connected to Internet, a network that leads Gregory through cyberspace into the heart of a Cray<\/span> somewhere else in the United States. He calls up a Cray through Internet and programs the machine to make an approximation of pi. The job begins to run, the Cray trying to estimate the number of times that the diameter of a circle goes around the periphery, and Gregory sits back on his pillows and waits, watching messages from the Cray flow across his display screen. He eats dinner with his wife and his mother and then, back in bed, he takes up a legal pad and a red felt-tip pen and plays with number theory, trying to discover hidden properties of numbers. Meanwhile, the Cray is reaching toward pi at a rate of a hundred million operations per second. Gregory dozes beside his computer screen. Once in a while, he asks the Cray how things are going, and the Cray replies that the job is still active. Night passes, the Cray running deep toward pi. Unfortunately, since the exact ratio of the circle’s circumference to its diameter dwells at infinity, the Cray has not even begun to pinpoint pi.<\/p>\n

Abruptly, a message appears on Gregory’s screen:<\/p>\n

LINE IS DISCONNECTED.<\/strong><\/p>\n

“What the hell is going on?” Gregory exclaims. It seems that the Cray has hung up the phone, and may have crashed.<\/p>\n

Once again, pi has demonstrated its ability to give a supercomputer a heart attack.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n[The Chudnovskys eventually gave up the hunt for “exact pi,” says a page<\/a> at the PBS Nova<\/em> site, after computing it to over eight billion decimal places. Later, in 1999, a mathematician in Japan ran the streak up to 200 billion decimal places. Wikipedia reports<\/a> that “practically, a physicist needs only 39 digits of Pi to make a circle the size of the observable universe accurate to one atom of hydrogen.”]\n

…and:<\/p>\n

ATLANTA — With more than four such deaths occurring over the past seven years, safety advocates are once again concerned about fatalities resulting from falling down a laundry chute and breaking one’s neck, an accident that is still among the top 600,000 killers of Americans.<\/p>\n

Although other deadly mishaps have increased during the first half of 2008 — most notably shooting oneself in the head after mistaking a handgun for a telephone, which jumped four spots to the No. 548,219 most common cause of death — Dr. Lawrence Dunn, a public health expert and spokesperson for the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, cautioned that citizens should remain aware of laundry chute-related fatalities.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(The Onion<\/em><\/a>, June 20, 2008; excerpt from an article headlined “Falling Down Laundry Chute And Breaking Neck Remains America’s No. 548,221 Killer”)<\/p>\n

Of all the songs about numbers I might have referenced in this post… I thought of “One (Is the Loneliest Number)” by Three Dog Night. (Hmm. I wonder how many bands have a number in their names… the Dave Clark Five; We Five; 10,000 Maniacs; arguably U2…\u00a0 I feel a playlist coming on!) I thought of “One” from A Chorus Line<\/em>… “Land of a Thousand Dances”… “Nothing Compares 2 U”… “In the Year 2525″… “Love Potion #9<\/a>″…<\/p>\n

(Oh, heck, let’s just check this list<\/a>.)<\/em><\/p>\n

And then I thought of songs with phone numbers in the title… and then I was lost. Because I could think of only two off the top of my head — and only one which I needed to drive out of my head, by passing it on to you<\/em>. :)\u00a0 (By the way, a fun page on this subject is this 2006 blog post<\/a> by Russell Shaw, in his “IP Telephony” column at the ZDNet site. Headline: “Let’s have fun with old songs about phones — do they still hold up in 2006?”)<\/p>\n