So one day, while I was eating salted almonds, I was counting and arranging them, like I do from time to time, and getting a huge thrill out of it...I'm sure all of you have done that on occasion too, right?
Anyway, I decided to take a picture on an impulse, just so you get an idea of just how...me your author is. Of course, I chose the number 13, because it is one of, if not my outright, favorite number. Why? It's such a twisted, misunderstood, so-ugly-it's-cute type of number. I've always thought it's pretty, but there is a reason why it doesn't come up as often as 9, 3, 7, etc; it's a bit awkward, and often passed up in favor of its much more streamline, divisible neighbor, 12.
13 has some nice properties and relations to society and the universe-- it's the number of Archimedean solids in existence, the number of notes (via inclusive counting) in an octave, and it has a spooky, unluckiness to it that no other number can compete with (though not in Italy XD).
Not to knock on the number 13 or anything... but odd numbers in general make me cringe. I begged the doctor to let me have my son on the 14th instead of the 13th, she didn't listen to me though!
ReplyDeleteAh, well, I actually have a generous affection for odds. :) Maybe because I'm a bit odd...
DeleteBut I could see how that could get in the way of you understanding the MAGNIFICENCE of number 13. I do feel quite sad for you, but fear not; there are plenty of lovely evens you could take a look at. 2, for instance, everybody loves 2... or at least, everybody ought to, because 2 is the little number that can do practically anything. 4, despite it being bad luck in Japan, is another nice number; splitting things into fourths gives me much joy. 100, 500, 700, lots of fun...I suppose I ought to post on evens now! Well, time to consult my lovely Number Freak book for some facts. Thank you for commenting! :)