Just a little humor to keep us all smiling.
HAPPY PI DAY (the favorite holiday of all mathematicians everywhere!)
Sing this little tune if you want to impress your friends.
Oh Number Pi
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
Your digits are unending,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
No pattern are you sending.
You're three point one four one five nine,
And even more if we had time,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
For circle lengths unbending.
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
You are a number very sweet,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
Your uses are so very neat.
There's 2 Pi r and Pi r squared,
A half a circle and you're there,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
We know that Pi's a tasty treat.
(to the tune of "Oh Christmas Tree")
Thanks to: (http://www.winternet.com/~mchristi/piday.html)
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Posted by: Chris Ragsdale on March 14, 2006
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Posted by: Alexandre on March 14, 2006
The song is most awesome indeed. Now if only our world had 14 months, that way we would have Pi Day twice a year (international format)
Posted by: Dannel on March 14, 2006
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Posted by: Minh on March 14, 2006
Thanks
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Posted by: Geoffrey on March 14, 2006
Pi, pi
Mathematical pi
3.14159
... but I don't know it.
Posted by: Rhiannon Carr on March 14, 2006
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Posted by: James on March 15, 2006
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
How tough are both your branches.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
To pass, what are my chances?
Derivatives I cannot take,
At integrals my fingers shake.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
How tough are both your branches.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
Your theorems I can't master.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
My proofs are a disaster.
You pull a trick out of the air,
Or find a reason, God knows where.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
Your theorems I can't master.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
Your problems do distress me.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
Related rates depress me.
I walk toward lampposts in my sleep,
And running water makes me weep.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
Your problems do distress me.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
My limit I am reaching.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
For mercy I'm beseeching.
my grades do not approach a B,
They're just an epsilon from D.
Oh, Calculus; Oh, Calculus,
My limit I am reaching.
Posted by: Nicole on March 15, 2006
Posted by: a girl on March 16, 2006
That really brought a smile to my face.
Posted by: 0 on March 16, 2006
Posted by: Rhiannon Carr on March 16, 2006
?????? please, please, please =)
Posted by: Nina on March 16, 2006
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