We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Which reminds me of a joke my mother told me some decades ago. A young man went off to college, the first one in his family to do so. When he came back home for the Christmas holidays, his parents asked him what he had learned. "Pi r squared," replied the young scholar.
His grandfather vehemently replied, "No! Pie are round. Cornbread are square."
I always used the value of pi on the CF and DF scales on my K+E Log Log Duplex Decitrig slide rule. (After having dropped and misaligned my slide rule once during a test, I always thereafter carried a small screwdriver with me to tests and exams, so I could readjust it if necessary.)
Thank God for Hewlett-Packard and their HP-35, one of which I got my senior year. (I know that dates me!!)
Mathematically speaking, the sum of this century's entire Pi experience is multiplied by the lovely, raven-haired lass in your photo as she divides my attention in all the best ways.
This weekend's Pi time was informative and educational, interesting and fun, very much like a happy holiday shared by all. Countless real and tasty pies were enjoyed, with gaiety and laughter, by scores of happy people across the land. Pi Day, the first politics-free subject to unite the country in quite some time, yielded a rare but healthy dividend of peace and harmony. Would that interest were higher and that dividend more regular.
Your photo of this lovely young lady, beautifully clad in the barest necessities, caps our celebration with the finest possible Art of Pi. Her over-the-shoulder questioning glance at the unseen photographer captures that incalculably freighted moment on which the entirety of Western Civilization rests.
The Scent of the Art of Pi, full-circle aroma of a Life well-lived.