1932? Heck, that’s every Friday in some offices I’ve worked in — and schools.
Cartoon from Tom Toles at the Washington Post, April 2, 2014:
Why you need to know a little history to get good jokes:
Yogi Berra is famous for his sayings, some of which sound foolish at first, but which generally pack a lot of wisdom or sharp observation.
Berra grew up in St. Louis, which has many famous restaurants. On some occasion, someone suggested the group should go eat at Ruggeri’s, and Yogi’s reply became famous:
On why he no longer went to Ruggeri’s, a St. Louis restaurant: “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”
Peel your eyes, you can find signs in real life better than any punchline you could dream up for one of those fake sign sites.
Comes this story from Minnesota Prairie Roots (with more details there): Harriet Traxler of Carver, Minnesota, drove U.S. Highway 212 between Chaska and Cologne, Minnesota, coming on a sign at a garden store, selling food for a Boy Scout fundraiser — we guess.
Minnesota, in the summer, you don’t sell just hot dogs. You sell brätwurst. Bräts. Or, if you don’t have the letter with the diacritical markings over the top in your sign kit, “brats.”
Oh, you see where this is going, don’t you?
Ms. Traxler notes the sign was gone the next day. Sold out?
We hope they hit their fundraising goals, but we might worry about just what it was they were really selling.
Punctuation and diacritical markings! They can prevent horrible misunderstandings!
Let’s rerun this one. I like the photographs. I may go search for a good piece of pie.
Of course you remembered that today is pi Day, right?
Oh, or maybe better, π Day.
We’ll start with the brief post from a few months ago, and then build on it with some activities and posts from around the WordPress-o-sphere.
Make (and Eat) a Pie – These pie recipes for Pi Day from NPR’s McCallister look incredibly tasty. But, there’s no shame in putting a frozen store-bought pie in the oven, or picking up a pie from your local bakery. Any kind of pie is great on Pi Day! If you’re making your own, get inspired by these beautifully designed Pi Day Pies. Tell us on Facebook: What’s your favorite kind of pie for Pi Day?
Hope your π Day is complete as a circle, and well-rounded!
How are others celebrating? A look around WordPress:
Today is March 14th, also known as “Pi Day” for us math geeks out there because March 14th (3/14) is the first 3 digits of π (3.14159…). To celebrate “Pi Day” I highly recommend doing something mathematical while having some pie at 1:59 pm. I recommend Yumology‘s S’mores Pie as it has 3 main ingredients (chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker) and about 0.14159 other ingredients like sugar, butter, and stuff. If you are not a math geek, its okay…you can still eat pie and count things like how many stop signs you pass on your way back to work from lunch. Or you could go to the library and take out a book on something fun like binary code. As we like to say, “There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those that understand binary and those that don’t.” Seriously, binary is as easy as 01000001, 01000010, 01000011.
So besides being the cause of much techie “irrational” exuberance, Pi Day is a great way to get some engagement with students.
Marymount High School has several activities, last year they had a design competition incorporating pi; the students then made and sold buttons of each design, proceeds going to the Red Cross.
Hmm- math subject matter, design, production, sales, accounting.
Sounds like what we do in manufacturing.
Maybe celebrating Pi Day is not so irrational as first thought.
Free said his pie is peach.
On March 12, 2009 your lawmakers passed a non-binding resolution (HRES 224) recognizing March 14, 2009 as National Pi Day. It is one of the more legit holidays we discuss here, and it is actually an homage to geeks everywhere who see the date as a reason to celebrate due to its mathematical implications. We say any reason to celebrate anything is just fine by us.
Since we are predominately about food we will suggest a few places to actually enjoy a pie.
If you followed us at all this week you may have seen the pie at Bowl and Barrel pop up on our pages. This is the uber delicious Butterscotch Pie served as the solo dessert at the bowling alley and restaurant. Go eat one of these.
He’s got more pi pie, if you click over there.
Gareth Branwyn at MakeZine offers more pie and a mnemonic:
By way of sci-fi author and mathenaut Rudy Rucker’s Facebook wall comes this:
One way to remember the first few digits of pi is to count the letters in the words of this phrase:
“How I need a drink, alcoholic of course, after the heavy lectures involving quantum mechanics.”
[Image via FreakingNews]
b.love offers this clock image (is this clock for sale somewhere?):
Chirag Singh explains his “passion for pi.”
Daniel Tammet, “Different Ways of Knowing:
Geeks are really out in force today, flaunting pi for all they’ve got.
Brilliant work from Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal.
This cartoon is witty and funny — and it is a wonderful illustration of how people need to know enough to see the humor, or cheat.
Don’t catch the gags? See here.
You may discuss the cartoon at the SMBC blog:
August 26, 2011
Well, this record may stand for a while. 57 panels, baby.
Or discuss it here at the Bathtub.
The cartoon reminds me of so many lazy or not-up-to-par students who would stay up late inventing ways to cheat on an exam, when a bit of study would have paid so many more dividends.
It’s harder to cheat, most of the time, that to be honest and learn the stuff.
It’s an interesting town, Dinosaur, Colorado 81610. It’s on the south side of US Highway 40, a very short distance east of the Utah border.
The town of Dinosaur was originally named Artesia; the current name was adopted in 1966, to capitalize on the town’s proximity to Dinosaur National Monument. The monument headquarters is located just east of the town on U.S. Highway 40.
It’s a setup, a straight line waiting for a good comedian.
Brian Switek, the science writer now based in Salt Lake City, suggests one area ripe for comedy:
Wait. What? Dinosaur Baptist Church?
Brian Tweeted that he wasn’t looking to ridicule, but: “I just imagined thyreophorans, maniraptorans, sauropodomorphs, and their ilk in the congregation.”
That might produce even more comedic situations.
It’s a Southern Baptist Convention-affiliated congregation. Aren’t you curious how Sunday school goes for dinosaur-crazy kids in such a church, in such a town?
Signs of life, signs of the times, signs of something!
From a different angle, one can see that the church is just a couple of blocks off of Stegosaurus Freeway. Wow.
Still, it’s fun to imagine a nice, small town church, with dinosaurs in the back pews singing along. (Instead, Chris Clarke suggested, they are hiding in the Rocks of Ages . . .)
- Groups Push to Find Industry-Outdoors Balance in Dinosaur, CO (publicnewsservice.org)
- Dinosaur National Monument (mysoul dothdelight.wordpress.com)
- Signs: “Church” Warning signs? (timpanogos.wordpress.com)
- More good stuff from Chris Clarke, here at Coyote Crossing
Ha. I am amused at people so anxious to take material from this blog, or complain about something I’ve written, that they can’t be bothered to look around for names of the blog, or author, or otherwise look for proper attribution.
I’ve been called “Tim Panogos” several times, “Tim Pagonos” a few. I’ve had a few zombies from Santayana’s nightmares insist on calling me Millard.
This is to note that the humor will continue: Now my photos are credited to “Tim Pangos.” To be sure, it’s posted by LatinaMom. Happy to be able to hold on to multicultural appeal.
For the record, the URL of this blog features the name of that great Utah landmark, Mount Timpanogos. I do not intentionally use the pseudonyms “Tim Panagos,” “Tim Pangos,” nor any other derivative from the mountain’s moniker.
Jimmy Kimmel’s crew put together the trailer for the new, GOP-edition of “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Tip of the old scrub brush to Frank Milewski, and the “real communists of Bedford Falls.”
It’s a wonderful life, Christmas, Capitalism, Communism in America Politics.
Utah has a Cache County, which includes most of the Cache Valley. In 7th grade Utah history, if not before, Utah kids learn that the name came from the old Mountain Men, French-descended fur trappers who plied the area well before the Mormon pioneers and even John C. Fremont.
A trapper could collect a half-ton of beaver pelts in a season, to sell to a large corporation to export to Europe to be made into felt. He wouldn’t want to carry that weight around with him. So trappers would make a place to hide their furs until trading time — a “cache” in fractured French, from the word “cacher,” which means “to hide,” in this case. (See also Colorado’s Cache la Poudre River.)
Utah’s Cache Valley at least one year hosted the grand rendezvous of fur trappers and their hosting corporate suppliers and buyers, and for much of a decade or longer was a place where fur trappers hid their furs awaiting the rendezvous — great American explorers and pioneers like Jedediah Smith, Jim Bridger, James Beckwourth, Peter Skene Ogden and Thomas Fitzpatrick.
Maybe the people who made this sign didn’t know that history. I found it in Alvarado, Texas, after all.
There is a world of difference between “cashing a check” and “caching a check,” though. Surely there is an Abbott and Costello-style comedy routine in this sign:
Six words on that sign. Three of them are misspelled, 50%.
I imagine someone entering the store to cash a check, handing it to the clerk who promptly drops it into a slot in a mysterious box and says, “All cached.” “Where’s my check?” the customer demands. Abbott and Costello enter from the back room.
Then I got stuck with an ugly earworm for the next few miles, with Tommy James infecting my brain. But for the want of an “e” it could have been the Beatles or Pink Floyd.
I hope the merchant got a heckuva discount from the sign maker. At least 50% off.
You can’t, Charlie Pierce says.
In fact, he makes a great case that some of the stuff Members of Congress say is crazier than what appears to be rantings of a disturbed staff person.
At his blog at Esquire.
You see, my dear young people, impromptu outbursts of the crazy cannot be allowed. If you insist on loudly making the crazy talk, you have to be elected by the citizens of Texas, and you have to be invited to speak at events like the Values Voters Summit, where well-dressed and well-organized insanity is encouraged. For example:
“The media wants America to give up and allow this country to keep sliding off the edge of the cliff.” “This is an administration that seems bound and determine to violate every single one of our bill of rights. I don’t know that they have yet violated the Third Amendment, but I expect them to start quartering soldiers in peoples’ homes soon.”
“How scared is the President? What a statement of fear, what a statement of fear. Oh, they don’t want the truth to be heard. They definitely don’t want the truth to be heard.”
Read more: House Stenographer Snapped – Reign Of The Morons: The Elements Of Crazy – Esquire
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Go visit. The rest of it is well worth the minute it will take you to read it.
But these days, who can tell?
Our drive through central Texas and the Hill Country a few days ago provided some good fun and much needed break, though our destination was a memorial service for a friend who died very prematurely.
Kathryn noticed these odd signs first. I’m not sure of the purpose. These are in the information sign mode, the yellow diamonds used to warn drivers of hazards ahead.
The hazard? “Church.”
One might imagine these signs are posted to warn drivers on Sunday. About noon, when these churches’ services let out, the roads around them may be filled with people who are only too happy to go meet Jesus right now — so watch out! and drive accordingly.
Texas offers all sorts of strange things to those willing to drive the state’s highways, and see ‘em.
- Signs of life: Tufte’s signs that ought to be (Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub)
- Signs of life: The bowtie on the Paul Simon HIghway (Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub)
- Signs: Cthulu’s return? Don’t kick jellyfish? (Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub)
- Signs: Pancho Villa Highway? Zapata Road? (Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub)
- A sign to take seriously (Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub)
- Road Sign Colors and Shapes (allstate.com)
- Manual of Traffic Signs (Richard C. Moeur)
October 9 – St. Denis’s Day, patron saint for those who have lost their head (Tea Party? House GOP?)October 9, 2013
Who? He’s the patron saint of Paris (and France, by some accounts), and possessed people. Take a look at this statue, from the “left door” of the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris (Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris: portail de gauche). He was martyred by beheading, in about 250 C.E.
Our trusty friend Wikipedia explains:
According to the Golden Legend, after his head was chopped off, Denis picked it up and walked two miles, preaching a sermon the entire way. The site where he stopped preaching and actually died was made into a small shrine that developed into the Saint Denis Basilica, which became the burial place for the kings of France. Another account has his corpse being thrown in the Seine, but recovered and buried later that night by his converts.
Clearly, he is the guy to pray to about Michelle Bachmann, Rush Limbaugh, Todd Akin, Paul Ryan, intelligent design, and the Texas State Board of Education, no? In 2013, you can add Ted Cruz, Mike Lee, Louis Gohmert, the entire Tea Party, and the entire GOP crew of the House of Representatives. You catch my drift.
Perhaps you can use this factoid to some advantage, enlightenment, and perhaps humor. In Catholic lore, St. Denis is one of the “14 Holy Helpers,” and his aid is sought to help people with headaches, or who have been possessed.
Crazy GOP members who I suspect of having been possessed give me and America a headache. St. Denis seems to be our man.
Who else do you know of in this modern, vexatious time, who keeps talking after losing his/her head?
As Rod Stewart sang, just “let your imagination run wild.” Maybe St. Denis is listening.
- Today’s Saint(s): S. Denis, Bishop & Martyr (frjeromeosjv.wordpress.com)
- The Basilica of Saint Denis (madameguillotine.org.uk)
- Basilica St. Denis (emarshall58.wordpress.com)
- Carissimi: Today’s Mass; St Dennis, Bp with Rusticus & Eleutherius, Martyrs (frjeromeosjv.wordpress.com)
Yes, this is mostly an encore post. I had hoped to have to retire this post someday. I still hope. Perhaps this will be the last year we’ll have so many wackaloons running loose. Pray to St. Denis.
Sometimes signs just don’t command the attention they should.
Seven paragraphs, if one counts the cheery close.
A woman named Randy Prine (@RandyPrine) Tweeted this photo, and said:
THIS is why we Voted for a analytical and not ‘shoot from the hip’ McCain or ‘How can I make money’ Romney.
Most of the ObamaH8ers I run into can be stopped on almost all Middle East issues simply by asking them whether the group they rant at, at that moment, is Sunni or Shiite. For some odd reason, they never know.