Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A Unique Wednesday

Because it’s my Birthday! And not just any old Birthday, but the same day of the week I was actually born!

With leap years, having your Birthday fall on the actual day of the week you were born is pretty sparse. But there is a pattern to it. For my birth date, the year intervals are: 6, 11, 6, 5, 6, 11, 6, 5, 6, 11, 6, and so on. Assuming that I live to 100 years, I would have only had 14 Birthdays that fall on a Wednesday. This is my 5th one since my birth.

This whole notion made me remember seeing an educational program about significant numbers and also why we should switch to a 28-day calendar. The proponent spouted a bunch of reasons such as corresponding to the phases of the moon (which is not entirely true), all the weeks would be uniform, etc. This 13-month calendar originates from over 150 years ago and is an interesting concept. But it got me thinking about all the celebrations (e.g., weddings) that typically take place over the weekend. So for instance, Saturday the 7th, 14th, 21st, or 28th would be a significant day for most people year after year. The only thing that changes is the month.

To illustrate this concept further, check out a calendar and look at February 2009. Our Gregorian calendar will look like a 13-month calendar (albeit for just one month), which won’t happen again until February 2015.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Grilling Gene

I am really not sure why it is perceived that women should cook and guys should grill. Maybe it stems from prehistoric roots where the cave is now a kitchen (enclosed “woman” space), and the man is still outside hunting/grilling the meat. Or perhaps it has something to do with playing with fire that attracts men and deters women. Whatever the reason, if there is a man around, they will man (har, har) the grill. I have seen this for my entire life.

So when people come to my house, they might be surprised to find me, a woman, grilling away. And I am quite good at it too…just ask MKD. Not only had I converted her from being a vegetarian for 9 years, but I have her craving my meat (a delicious double entendre!) all the time. I think it has to do with a grilling gene, typically found in men, that resides in me and interacts with my boy brain. And I like fire too. I feel like Survivorman when I get a fire started. Only I have lighter fluid and a lighter with a long nozzle so I can avoid burning my delicate woman hands.
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