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Happy Pi day!

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Attention – geeky content alert. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

While I am still utterly confused when I see dates written the ‘American’ way (and indeed flat out refuse to adapt to this) (although that might also have to do with the above mentioned confusion), I am happy to make an exception today – March 14th, aka 3.14. Pi day! And coincidentally (or not!), also Einstein’s birthday.

I find it only fitting that this beautiful number has a day of its own (though really, it deserves at least 3. plus some hours.), but I’m having some trouble deciding on how to celebrate.

Should I memorize as many digits as possible? However… I’m pretty sure I will pale next to this girl:

So… solving a pi-pie-puzzle then, maybe? Nah… last time I ordered a package from the States it took 3 weeks to get here, and there’s no point celebrating in April, is there?

Note this is a DOUBLE-SIDED puzzle...

And while some sources maintain that pi is, in fact, pie

Proof that 3.14 is, in fact, pie.

everyone knows pie is actually 2 pi, so baking in honor of today wouldn’t really make sense either (at least in this universe) …

… unless I would make a spherical pie, of course. Which I would gladly do, but… euh… I forgot eggs at the grocery store. Right! No eggs, no cake. (bring out the disappointment voice – all together now: “oooooooooh”)

I am not quite patient enough to pull off something arty like “Chaos”, a mosaic based on 100 000 digits of Pi after comma

and with even

not helping out any further, I guess there is nothing to do but to sit back, relax and listen to some pi-music
http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1

while reading silly pi-comics
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And you, how will you celebrate the geekiest holiday of the year?

via Neatorama, Boing Boing, New Scientist, and Pi Day.

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I hate coming back

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I hate coming back to Sweden.
Contrarily to what you might think it has nothing (or little) to do with the loneliness I sometimes (often…) suffer from here, as I do feel I’m slowly starting up bonds, connections, … some of which I hope will grow into friendships. It is a challenge for me, but one I feel I’m up to (at the moment, at least).

No, what I hate about arriving in Sweden is the unpacking.

This is my 3rd arrival in about a month, so you’d think I’d have it all together by now. Turns out there is so much more to be brought back here every time I board that plane. Chocolates, I had to bring this time, and my calculator. A multi plug, my kitchen herbs, and some more t-shirts. A sowing kit, and my winter duvet. My winter coat. Some Tupperware, my oil-and-vinegar flasks, my perfume. More kitchen towels. And my accordion.

MY accordion.

I haven’t played in over a year – ever since I quit music school (there was no way in combining the tough third year with finishing my PhD) my dear instrument has been sitting in its case, gathering dust. Which is a pity, because I genuinely liked to play – although I’m not particularly good at it – I love music and being a musician has been a long lived dream. I distinctively remember the frustration of not being able to convince my parents to let me learn to play the clarinet – I still hold it against them at times.

So when I finally had the time (and the money… and the courage…) to get myself together and inscribe for music school, I had only one problem left. Which instrument to pick?

The clarinet was quickly ruled out – not only does it take ages before anyone can get a decent note out of that straw (and contrarily to wide-held beliefs I am not the most patient person…), you can also not sing along. (NOTE: I cannot distinguish a re from a fa#. I cannot keep tune. In short: I cannot sing.) The violin was discarded for similar reasons, and in one go I decided to dismiss with all string instruments – given that I simply do not hear whether a sound is in or out of tune, I thought it unwise to start any instrument which needed to be tuned: so long guitar. I considered piano (it doesn’t need to be tuned every time you want to play… and you can pay people to do it for you), but then I wanted to be able to take the instrument with me. And thus the only viable option turned out to be… accordion. I haven’t regretted it for a moment (although a diatonic accordion might have been a better choice, since my chromatic may be portable, but only just).

I hesitated for long whether or not to bring it here – not in the least because I was very weary whether it would survive transport (I’m pretty sure I well exceeded the 8kgs hand luggage quote but there was no way in giving it into cargo), but also because the apartment walls aren’t exactly made of rocks – and I fully realize how annoying it is for neighbors having to listen to someone just learning to play… but I’ll play quietly, I promise. If necessary, I can offer Belgian chocolates as compensation.