Friday the 13th today, and Pi Day tomorrow. Horror is cold-shouldering me a little, so here‘s a piece of pi:
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Can I give a small anecdotal … life’s too short, but that’s a fragment of ‘Pilish’ apparently:
Many poems have been written in pilish – “piems”, of course – and there’s even a pilish novel 10,000 words long.
Since π was proven to be transcendental (by Ferdinand von Lindemann in 1882) we’ve known that squaring the circle is impossible. Everyone reveres Euler’s identity (e^iπ + 1 = 0), but there’s more: “Pi is also interesting to mathematicians because it crops up frequently in areas with no obvious connection to geometry or circles. For example, if you toss a coin 2n times, and n is very large, the probability of getting equal numbers of heads and tails is 1/√(nπ).”