As a wee rabbit, I liked to draw magical things. Like clowns. Notice the black hat. It's a magic hat. Clowns must have incredible self esteems because, I mean, look at the pants they wear. They don't care if you stare. Clowns pull flower bouquets out of the ears of people who stare.
Speaking of magicians, a friend of mine baked me a pi, I mean pie. Actually two. I met her at the Central Valley Animal Rescue (see my July 13, post). Her name is Candy Garrison, a powerful pie magician. Her pies are so good that people lose track of time and space. Candy is in fact famous around here for her pies.
A perfect pie crust is no mean trick. Hard to do. But I am convinced that great and small alike are swayed by the perfect crust, be you king or carpet layer, alchemist or mesmerist. Pies are powerful, magical. Archemides knew this in 202 B.C. He was no clown, but he was a bad speller. He spelled pie, "pi". At any rate, those remarkable ancients came up with their brilliant math insights because they ate pies. It's so obvious.
I'm pretty sure his motto was, *Will work for pie* Of course with his little spelling problem his sign read, *Will work for pi*
People like Archemides worked up an appetite dealing with irrational numbers. For instance, the first 1000 decimals of Pi are:
And this goes on infinitely with no repeating pattern. I ask you...
Well, pies are infinite. They are round. And once you have eaten a pie with perfect crust, it lives on in the FAV section of your memory.
Do you love pie? What is your favorite? Please tell me. π