Amoeba’s Lorica: 14 March ICYMI

This post was written on the 14th of March, Common Era year 2023.

The date is sometimes written 3.14.2023, or (if the year is assumed) 3.14.

The number 3.14 is the most common two-decimal-place approximation of the irrational number that expresses the quantity “ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter”, a quantity commonly expressed by the Greek letter “π”. Consequently, it has become habitual for the 14th of March annually to be referred to as “π Day”.

It has also become habitual to pronounce “π” as “pie”, rhymes with “lie” or “fry”. This is unfortunate, as pies are usually baked, not fried. Unless you’re McDonalds (YFNA feels for you). It also begs the question of whether a confectionary baked in a square pan can ever be called a “pie”, given that π is necessarily defined in the context of a circle. A prime example of circular logic.

Unfortunately, the pronunciation of “π” as “pie” doesn’t conform to modern language usage. Said pronunciation conforms to ancient Greek, the language of Homer (not that Homer, this Homer), and of junior high school math classes where sines, and cosines, and the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, were Greek to just about everybody, and tangential to what really mattered (for example, the length, or lack thereof, of Cindy’s skirt).

In today’s Ελληνική Δημοκρατία (Democratic Elysium, aka Greece), the letter π is pronounced “pee”. Just like the Latin (and English) letter P, which is what π evolved into in Rome, London, and New York. There is a letter P in the Greek alphabet, but it is pronounced “rho” – an example of rho learning.

[Ahem] This pronunciation of  π as “pee” changes the focus of our consideration of the letter and its social importance from the enjoyment of a delicious comestible to contemplation of its ultimate fate. Perhaps an event that’s not particularly appetizing, or even healthful. Consider, for example, pee crust. Ew.  Or one that’s worthy of celebration. Especially given the frequency of its occurrence, and its independence from the type of comestible consumed.

In case you missed it.

You’re welcome.

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Amoebaʻs Lorica: Meme-ories 44 (Judging A Book By Its Author)

But seriously, folks …

As has been mentioned in this space a time or two, Quilly, Dame Amoeba, has been trying to break into the writing game. Her thing is Christian romance, which tends not to be a catalogue of all the bad things in the world, and sheʻs even, so far, managed to avoid trying to catalog all the bad males in the world. Sometimes, Your Friendly Neighborhood Amoeba wonders why any woman bothers …

As with any new venture, there have been challenges to overcome. Viruses, for example. And vampire hummingbirds. Letʻs face it, it ainʻt the easiest thing in the world to keep track of your plot complications when adriamycin is running ʻround your brain.

But these things too did pass. And there are books.

More to the point, there are sales! Thatʻs the big news around here this week. Ladies and gentlemen, Dame Amoeba, Charlene L. Amsden, is now a bestselling author on Amazon, number four on the Contemporary Christian Romance list!

Now, if we can keep her there. If you, dear reader, are so moved as to go out and buy a dozen or so of her books, and prod your friends and neighbors into doing likewise, weʻd be most appreciative. Her books are fun, youʻll enjoy them. She will enjoy having the incentive to get the next five or so installments written. She is even trying to incite YFNA to read them aloud, for fun and profit. (YFNA thought she wanted to attract readers, not scare them away.)

And YFNA can indulge the fantasy of being able to retire on the proceeds.

OK, timeʻs up. Back to work, Amoeba.

Sigh.

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Amoeba’s Lorica: You Can’t Always Get What You Want

With apologies to Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.


I saw it today at the checkstand,
The very last pint of heavy cream.
It was in another’s bag; I asked the lady,
Is there backroom stock, or is that just a dream?
She said to me:

You can’t always get what you want,
You can’t always get what you want,
You can’t always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, may be you’ll find,
You get what you need.

My wife, she sent me out for baking powder –
There’s nothing on the shelves, and that was that.
I asked my lady love about her baking, and
She said one word to me, and that was “Flat.”

You can’t always get what you want,
You can’t always get what you want,
You can’t always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, you just might find,
You get what you need.

I went down to the local hardware,
To get our propane tanks filled,
I was standing outside with this big dude,
Staring at the sign that told us all to chill.

He said, “Bruddah, you know that this is payback,
For counting on those trucks, planes, and ships.”
I asked him what he planned to have for dinner,
He said “What we always did: fish, no chips.”
And then he said,

You can’t always get what you want,
You can’t always get what you want,
You can’t always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, you just might find,
You get what you need.

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