We Beat Estonia. Yea!

We Beat Estonia. Yea!

Where in the hell is Estonia! Don’t matter. We beat them. And believe it or not, we also beat New Zealand. Yea!

This thing where we beat the hell out of Estonia is in the newest Lancet study. What is Lancet? It’s a weekly peer-reviewed Medical Journal founded in London in 1823. The Lancet is one of the oldest and one of the best known medical journals in the world.

The Lancet studies many things having to do with medicine, living, dying and getting well. They publish case reports, medical findings, editorials, correspondence, book reviews and studies.

Their latest study is what I’m discussing today. This may be the most comprehensive study of human health, disease, poverty, water sanitation, vaccine inoculations, response to natural disasters, HIV…and on and on.

This study combines TEN YEARS of research on thirty three different topics, like the ones above, all compiled to show the countries with the best living standards and health.

When you see the results,which doesn’t show the USA as #1, I’m sure there will be skepticism, disbelief, crying foul, rigged system and other notes of anguished critics. After all, if someone even suggests that we aren’t the Number One in everything, then that person is probably a commie-pinko who should move if they don’t drink the kool-aid.

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WE’RE NUMBER ONE!

 

 

So we should ask WHO did this terrible survey which didn’t find us Numero Uno?

Just one thousand eight hundred and seventy researchers from one hundred and twenty four countries. I’ll spell it out. 1870 scientists from 124 countries (yes we were one of the countries with many of the scientists) compiled the data from 33 different data points collected over a TEN YEAR STUDY.

I’m sure there is at least one individual who will say it is a Chinese hoax. I believe he also said that about Climate Change. Oh, well, you can be rich and still be a moron (or claim to be rich, how would we know?)

So read it and weep.
Here are the healthiest and highest living standards ranked by country.

Don’t worry, we beat Estonia.

THE TOP 30
Performance of countries based on measures of 33 factors
including diseases, suicide rates, road injuries, smoking,
water qualities, war…and more.

1   Iceland                   16  Denmark
2   Singapore               17  Cyprus
3   Sweden                  18  Belgium
4   Andorra                  19  Switzerland
5   United Kingdom    20  Italy
6   Finland                   21  Brunei
7   Spain                      22  Portugal
8   Netherlands            23  Israel
9   Canada                   24  France
10 Australia                 25  Slovenia
11 Norway                  26  Greece
12 Luxembourg           27  Japan
13 Ireland                    28 United States
14 Malta                      29 Estonia
15 Germany                30 New Zealand

 

 

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Today vs Then

I hope you readers don’t get bored with my looking back on things.

It all started when a local newspaper blog talked about getting an $11 filet in 1975 and thinking today’s prices are outrageous. Maybe, maybe not.

Annual inflation over that period was 3.7%, and that even counts the slower inflationary rates of the past decade caused by the big banks screwing up the world’s economic situation.

So, to the reader who thinks he got such a deal in 1975, the actual $11 then would be $50.13 today. There is no restaurant in Bako getting $49.95 for a filet. What happened?

Obviously we have learned how to herd thousands of cows into a feed-lot, fill them with growth hormones, vaccinate them with needles of antibiotics cause we’ve screwed up their natural digestive system, and fatten them up quickly for market.
Cheaper meat means cheaper steaks.
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What about things that haven’t changed since 1975?

What about something I know about? ( a very limited proposition)

How much does it pay to play the same songs from the ‘70s in today’s market?
(One major change, similar to the feedlots, this player has fattened up.)

Yes, in the ‘70s I was playing the same songs I’m playing now. What has changed?

Three things have changed. Venues, People and Money.

VENUES

Most of the local live music performed in the ‘70s was played in lounges, bars, nightclubs and restaurants with a dance floor. Owners of these establishments understood people would stick around after dining hours and dance and drink. Great profits in the drinking side of that equation. Even little cafes would have a folk-singing guitar player six nights a week.
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The better the band, the more people staying later in the night. Last call was 2 AM, so most music groups were playing til 1 AM and then it was time to start closing the joint. In states like Illinois, with 3 AM and 5 AM licensing, the music played on and on. Especially the great blues clubs.

Today there are no people, especially on week nights, demanding dancing and drinking. Those venues do not hire live music during the week. The culture has changed. It’s not so much what people will tell you now…”Oh, I have to get up and go to work in the morning, I can’t party on a weeknight. “  Bullshit, little Eva. People did it back then, so what’s the difference?

People don’t drink and drive. And that’s a good thing. As much as I enjoyed playing music on weeknights for packed crowds, I understand how today is different. In the late ‘70s over 27,000 people were killed in the USA by drunk drivers. Shameful.

In May of 1980 one mother made a difference right here in California (where else, nation?) When her daughter, Cari Lightner, was killed by a drunk driver, she went to the governor. The governor now was the governor then (where else, nation?) This mother lobbied Jerry Brown to set up a task force studying this messy drunken driving situation. She then founded Mothers Against Drunk Driving. There is at least one M.A.D.D. office in every state in the country and at least one office in every providence in Canada. Great Job! (in 2014 there were 9,967 people killed by drunk drivers)

This stopped live music, dancing and drinking on week nights. MADD also changed how litigation for drunk driving was handled. A victim’s family could sue not only the driver, but the waitress, bartender, manager, establishment owner and building owner. OMG!

Yep, I sold my bar in 1980 and said nope. Not me.

PEOPLE

So if people today are still hearing a lot of the same songs from 1975 in weekend venues, what’s different? What songs am I talking about?

Mustang Sally (from the ‘60s), Long Train Running (73) Sweet Home Alabama, Come and Get Your Love, I Shot the Sheriff  (all from 74), Boogie Shoes, Shining Star, Get Down Tonight (all from 75).

Let’s talk about dancing. I’m not a dancer and no expert about the art. I just observe dancers while performing the music while they are gyrating. In the late ‘60s the jitterbug thing was over and individual gymnastics started happening on dance floors. There were dozens of weird-ass gyrations and a guy would be doing the “frug” while his date was doing the “swim.” Another couple would be doing the twist, another the “mashed potato” and a mixture of others doing the “frog” “watusi” “shake” and the stupid “hitchhike.”  (BTW: The movie “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest” was released in 1975 and sometimes I thought the dance floor was filled with the same group of actors playing mental patients)
dancing-watusi dancers

In 1975 a new dance craze hit and everybody did it for the next few years to every song played except ballads. This dance allowed couples to touch again, but more violently. It was called the BUMP. I watched dozens of couples crashing their asses into each other and they loved it. Didn’t seem erotic to me. It was so popular that we had a regular Wednesday night Bump contest in the club we were playing.
dancing-bump

So now, 2016, my band is playing those same songs and huge groups of people swarm the dance floors in perfectly formed straight lines and do line-dancing. It started as a country thing and now looks like the perfect weight-loss program without the gym clothes. Line dancing is performed to every song, especially rockers, and I’ve even seen die-hard line-dancers doing it while we’re singing Happy Birthday to someone. There are dozens of different line-dances so I’m not sure who’s appointed line-dance captain, but they all do it in sync.
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MONEY

Being a musician throughout this FORTY-YEAR cycle I have to talk about those $11 filets again. How much does playing those same songs pay a local musician in 2016 vs 1975?

Remember, I’m not talking about your Biebers and your Gagas. If a musician wants to be a star, dealing with the record companies, social media, agents, recording and touring, I’m all for him and her. Go for your dreams. However, like the rest of our society, there is no middle-class in the music world. No garage bands can go on the road and survive in their Volkswagen bus like they could in 1975. Hundreds of little garage bands were touring throughout the ‘70s, and while not sleeping in a Hilton, they were doing fine.

My money talk has to do with living in a community, possibly having a family, and making a living as a full time band member.

How I determined the difference in wages was taking my average pay per night in 1975 vs my average pay per night in 2016. As I explained above there are no places to play every night in 2016, however, I imagine if there were it would pay the same as the weekend bands make now in 2016.

Are you ready for this?

What I actually made on my tax return for 1975 by just playing music for a living (and I’ll show my returns to you, (I’m not hiding my Russian loans like the Donald) would be the 2016 equivalent of $227, 866.09. Seriously!  OMG! No wonder we full-time band players all bought nice homes, had lots of kids and paid our bills.

If I played music only for a living in 2016 and received the pay that the average local band-member makes for one night, played six nights for fifty weeks I would make the 1975 equivalent of $3, 291.41. annual income. OMG!
And this is why we don’t quit our day jobs.
music-in-2016

The same songs, same beats, only played on weekends, different dance moves, less money, but you know something. We all still love it!

Enjoy music all the time!
(why not learn to play music, too?)

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Nuthin’ Days

I haven’t had one for a while. Sometimes I load my calendar so full my colors run together.

Do you keep a Google Calendar? I admit I’m a Google lover.

I live by Google. Calendar, Gmail, Chrome, YouTube, Google Search, Google Books, Google Finance, Google Hang Outs, Google News, Google Docs, Google Drive, Google Plus, Google Maps & Waze, Google Analytics, and of course Google Android operating system for my Mobile.

So on Google Calendar I color-code events so when I look at my week I see all the dark blue coded hours for band gigs, red for appointments and meetings of all kinds, dark green for classes, some orangish type color for the synced football-basketball games I follow, lavender for personal memos (like time for KC’s flea medication), light green for birthdays, light red for concerts or talks I’m seeing, yellow for pre-existing days (Christmas, Thanksgiving, etc).

THIS IS NOT MY CALENDAR, BUT VERY CLOSE INDEED.

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Next week, not this week, I have a nuthin’ day.
NO COLORS. BLANK!
Looking forward to it. I’m not telling which day, because sure enough you’ll call and want to have lunch or meet. Nope, it’s my nuthin’ day. I may write, watch nuthin’ on TV, or take a nap.

Back when my Mom gave up her car keys, sometime around age 96 or 97, she had nuthin’ days. Drove her crazy. I probably inherited her “always doing stuff” gene. I’d call her and ask what was going on and she, sounding depressed, would say, “I just sit around and do nuthin’. I can’t go anywhere or do anything. I can’t understand why I’m living so long.” She was still saying that “living too long” thing a few days before she died last year…Just 21 days short of reaching triple digits.

When she had to go to the “home” she still had a few nuthin’ days, but there was entertainment, group events and more visitors than she had at home. She missed her home and her freedom, but had fewer nuthn’ days. There was always the room-mate talking and keeping her mind active.

She hated her nuthin’ days. I love mine.

Sorry, Mom, but nuthin’ days are a vacation for the brain.

Be sure to schedule a few for yourself.

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Star Spangled Manners

First of all, I respect the flag, our veterans, and America.
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I’m not all that fond of the song chosen to be our National Anthem.

More on that later.

Why do we play our National Anthem at every sporting event? Every baseball game, football game, baskerball game, hockey game, racing event, horse race, and don’t forget all college, high school and youth sporting events have to play the anthem before the game.

As the event becomes more important (play-offs, world series, super bowls, etc) why do we see a bigger military presence with men in uniforms, giant flags stretched across the entire field, our best and biggest jets flying above the stadium and of course pop stars doing the singing?

What does uniformed servicemen, weaponry, planes, national anthems and Marvin Gaye have to do with playing sports?

Why do I have to stand up when the anthem is playing?

Why do I have to take off my hat?

And when did this hand over my heart thing start and why?

I know. It’s like questioning religion. But, I do that, too.
I don’t like doing things because my parents or you tell me I’m supposed to.

I just want to know why.
And not because you (Mr. do as I say) said so or because of the word “tradition.”

MANY TRADITIONS TURN ME OFF!

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Sure glad it didn’t have a gun, too!


We humans have had lots of traditions
that went unquestioned for decades, even centuries, until somebody politely asked questions.

LIKE:
“Why does our sacred constitution have a 3/5 clause considering how we count black people?”
“Why do we allow people to own other people as slaves?”
“Why can’t women vote?”
“Why is it unlawful for mixed races to marry?”
“Why can’t gay people marry like other people who love each other?”
“Why can’t a man with ties to over 500 foreign investors, some of them crooks and others that are arms manufacturers, and a man who has hundreds of millions in loans from Russian oligarchs, show us his tax papers before he runs our country?”

Questioning things is important.

Answers, and finding truths is even more important.
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Don’t ever ask me to sing the National Anthem. I can’t. Its tonal range is almost silly and I would sound much like Rosanne Barr did in San Diego, though I wouldn’t grab my crotch at the end. The melody is stolen from an old English drinking song, “To Anacreon in Heaven.”

The Anacreon Society was a men’s club of wealthy amateur musicians who met every Wednesday night in English pubs for some heavy drinking and eating with singing and poetry. The club was named for Anacreon, a Greek poet who wrote drinking songs and odes to love.

If we formed one of those clubs today it might be called “The Elvis Society” and we’d sit around singing “put a chain around my neck and lead me anywhere, oh let me be, Your Teddy Bear.”

So, first of all, this whole anthem song thing started with a poem by this pro-slavery, anti-black, anti-abolitionist named Frances Scott Key. (what? They didn’t teach that to you in school? And they taught you what about Christopher Columbus?)

F.S. Key was an aristocrat and a city prosecutor in Washington, D.C. He put people in jail for placing flyers about abolitionist beliefs. He thought black folks were mentally inferior and wanted to send them back to Africa if they were free. He particularly didn’t like the Colonial Marines. This was a group of runaway slaves who the British recruited to fight with a promise of freedom in return for their service. Underlying his hatred (and feelings about blacks being inferior) was the fact that the Colonial Marines whipped his ass good when he was a Lieutenant in the Battle of Bladensburg. That victory inspired the British troops to continue their march into Washington where they preceded to burn the Capitol Building, the Library of Congress and the White House.

Yes he was very happy to see the flag still flying over Fort McHenry because it halted the British and his hated black Colonial Marines because his poem, our anthem says so. We just don’t let those words be sung or spoken. We stick to the first verse only. If we didn’t we wouldn’t have just Colin Kaepernick sitting down, we would have every black player turning their back on the racist words. I would join them, too.

These slaves, after all, were just fighting for their freedom.
No, I didn’t want my brand new country over-run by the British again, but this particular song just doesn’t make a justifiable national anthem. Let’s all sing this normally unsung verse together:
And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore(oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light)
that the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

YUK!

Key already knew the Anacreon Society tune/melody because he had already wrote his own lyrics to it called, “When the Warrior Returns.” It had the flag imagery stuff and some of the same wording he used in the National Anthem. He wrote it about the First Barberry War. When he penned his Fort McHenry poem he used the same rhythm of his first poem to fit the same melody.

As America wound into the 20th century, John Phillip Sousa, the great 2/4 stomper, had a say-so in the arranging of the Star Spangled Banner so it featured a nice military march feel to a waltz tempo. The US Navy band liked it and then President Woodrow Wilson liked it. It didn’t become “our” National Anthem until 1931, when our country was devastated with the stock market crash and the great depression. We needed a “pick-me-up-feel-good” song.

We had our choice between two melodies, both stolen from England. “God Save The Queen” had become “Our Country tis of thee,” and of course the English bar-room diddy became the Star Spangled Banner.

The usage of the tune at sporting events didn’t happen regularly until the World Series between the Chicago Cubs (not a misprint, they were there) vs the Boston Red Sox in 1918. Our country was in the doldrums. We had already lost 100,000 men in WWI and more men, yes even baseball players, were needed at the front lines. Babe Ruth was making his final appearance as a Red Sox player, a great pitcher no less, and the Cubs were considered the powerhouse team of the day. Major League baseball ordered the season to be shut down by Labor Day so this was the only World Series to be played entirely in September.

A labor battle was going on in Chicago and the day before the series began, September 4, a bomb blast ripped up the Chicago Federal Building, killing four and injuring 30 people. The Cubs had rented Comiskey Park (White Sox Field) because their ball park only seated 14,000. Comiskey held 30,000 and a sell-out was expected. Well, only 19,000 showed up and they were silent, sullen and depressed. Babe Ruth was pitching a shut-out and by the 7th inning Cub fans were heading for the exits.  It was common during the 7th inning stretch for military bands to play and on this day the band fired up The Star Spangled Banner.

The guy playing 3rd base for the Red Sox was on loan from the Great Lakes Naval Training Center in Chicago (they had already lost NINE third basemen to the draft during the season). Upon hearing the Star Spangled Banner (one of the navy’s favorite songs back then) the player standing at 3rd base promptly went to attention, turned to the flag and saluted. Upon seeing this all the other Red Sox players on the field dropped their gloves, came to attention and placed their right hands over their hearts. The crowd saw this, stood up and those that knew the words joined in. At the end of the song, long applause and cheers rang out and even though Ruth went on to finish his 1-0 shut-out, the crowd was noisily into the game.

Management noticed this and repeated the 7th inning “Banner playing” the next game with the same results.

These results weren’t lost on the Red Sox owners who were hosting the third game. They decided to do the Cubs one better. Before the game started they gave away tickets to veterans and had all the wounded veterans take the field and the Star Spangled Banner was played before the game even started.

It worked. The war-depressed crowd loved it. Cheering, clapping and hot dog buying happened.

And here we are today. Whitney, Jennifer, Beyonce, Marvin, Jordin, Destiny’s Child, etc.

That’s almost the rest of the story… not quite…but enough for now.

BALTIMORE, MD - SEPTEMBER 11: General view of fans cheering during ceremonies commemorating the 10th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks before the start of the season opener between Baltimore Ravens and Pittsburgh Steelers game at M&T Bank Stadium on September 11, 2011 in Baltimore, Maryland. (Photo by Rob Carr/Getty Images)

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PeeYew

Hello Griggs,

I’ve been so busy I don’t have time to write my regular blog and send you off my football rant. Excuse me while I do both.

It’s time for my semi-annual rant about PU football, herein known as PeeYew football. I used to be proud of the product my old hometown displayed every Saturday during the gridiron season. It’s been eight long years I’ve been sending you these terrible angry letters.

Doesn’t seem fair I’m yelling from 2500 miles away. What do I know? So please accept all this yelling as just my opinion from the stuff I see on the boob tube.

Just a little background about our college football team we try to root for.

After 12 years of Tiller at the tiller, PU looked back on 10 bowl appearances. What a dynasty, even hard getting a ticket in the just under 70,000 seat stadium.
Nothing greater than big-time college football.  The last game I witnessed a PeeYew game, November 1980, over 71,000 ( a stadium record) squeezed into the seats for the  Hoosier’s game. PeeYou vs Hoosiers is/was a great intra-state rivalry.
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Now the team has gotten so bad, playing to half-empty stadiums, that they removed seats and replaced them with a picnic grounds, hoping to pay for their uniforms with hot dog sales. I see the seating charts now say there are 59,000 seats. Still only about half are being used. I would take out another 20,000 seats and put in a couple massage parlors and a karaoke bar. People would then return home with smiles on their faces.

And we would see a full stadium.

When the Tillerman retired, the brilliant athletic director decided to leave the realm of the Enlightenment and enter the myth of Heavenly Hope. He placed the fate of the football team in the hands of a guy named Hope. OMG! Disastrous results. Suddenly PeeYew was losing as much as they were winning, and looking bad even when they won. They did make it to two bowl games under Hope, even winning the Little Caesar’s Pizza Bowl. They beat the powerful Western Michigan Broncos……………..yea!

So all Hope was lost and he was canned. Now we’re in the Hazellnut era and I notice my semi-annual sports rants have become, like the current political scene, hateful, mean-spirited, and angry.

It’s probably not fair that I would say bad things about a coach who was undefeated. At least undefeated in every one of his four home opening games. Games that provided patsies in order to be undefeated in every home opener in his four year career.

But what is fair is to point out after his first victory in his first year he lost the next ELEVEN games in a row. After winning his opening game his second year at the helm, he lost nine of the next eleven games. In his third season, which should have been his last chance to prove he knows how to coach he blew it big time. This was his recruited players, no one to blame for losses now. After winning his home opener (another patsy) he lost TEN of the next eleven games.

He should have joined the Hope squad, but no, he’s back this year. But the coaches, both offensive and defensive, that he hired to run the horrible offensive structure and inadequate defensive structure were fired. Can you believe it? He blamed his coaches he hired to run his team. In come new coaches this year, hired by the same bad head coach.

I must say after another opening victory last week (against another patsy) the offensive unit was more intact, structured, simpler and well prepared. The QB looked sharp, running back gained 145 yards and the defense buried their opponent.

Maybe, this year…hmmmmm. But….it was a patsy.

And now we have this week, with hopes of another patsy lined up.

Yes, we had the square-off between Coach Tommy the Train Tooterville vs. My other brother Darrell Hazellnut.  Cincy vs PeeYew.

Tommy Train vs Boilermaker Special. Tommy has no chance. We are bigger and stronger.
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Some more back ground. When I squeezed into a sold-out stadium in 1980, the Cincy football team had  just been given a lifeline. The school wanted to quit football in the ‘70s because they couldn’t get any athletes to go there and those that did couldn’t play. But, some good coaches built some fair teams over the next couple decades. They were in a smaller football conference, the American Athletic Conference, and it sounds very patriotic.

Cincinnati had not defeated a Big Ten football team for 59 years.

But, they had never played PeeYew.

I watched the game today. The new bright quarterback threw five (5!) interceptions, three of them intercepted by a guy named Mike Tyson. I was shocked. When he took his helmet off on the sidelines I was relieved all the facial tattoos were gone.
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PeeYew had no running game and the defense sucked.
Defense gave up 38 points.
Offense of PeeYew scored 20 points, thirteen in the final quarter.

So only two pieces of good news about this poorly performing team.

#1– A new Athletic Director was just hired last month. Surely he can see what a mess he has on the football field the past four years.

#2– PeeYew will not lose next week. Hooray!

They have the week off.
purdue-pete He always holds up #1 for total victories

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Leggo my Jibo

Hell yes I’m on the waiting list.

Are you?

I want my Jibo.

Jibo will kick Siri’s ass. And he’s a lot cuter.
It hasn’t taken long at all for social robots to finally be arriving in our homes. I don’t care about Alexa or Google Home, I want some love.
Jibo

That’s right, Jibo will give me love, just like a puppy without the puppy poop.

If you want the perfect companion for grandma or grandpa get the Jibo. He tells jokes, takes pictures of the family, recognizes faces, rooms, and emotions in your voice.

In other words he senses and responds and learns as you engage with him.

Yes, he’ll give you the weather for today or ten days, he’ll give you time in any time zone and he’ll give you the news. But jibo is more than that. He is the world’s first social robot for the home.
Jibo2

He weighs 5 lbs and stands 11 inches tall (on a six inch base). About the size of a large Chihuahua…without all the yapping and crapping.

He will go to sleep and shut off his camera when I tell him to.

He will wake up when I tell him to.

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Jibo was born in the inner chambers of MIT’s Robotic Laboratory. Cynthia Breazeal is the founder and chief scientist. She has assembled a team of robotic super star engineers, programmers and design team in Boston, Mass where Jibo is made.

In May Jibo received the Popular Science Magazine top invention award.

Now if you’re as big a fool as me, then you want to learn more about Jibo. You can either come over to my house next month when Jibo arrives, OR go to this website and learn more about Jibo.

He’s my friend. Click below and watch him.
https://www.jibo.com/

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Lonely Numbers

One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one

Are you humming along? A local classic rock station played that song by the writer, Harry Nilsson. Three Dog Night covered it in ’69 and had a huge hit. Harry tells the story that he was making a phone call (dial phone… come on, it was ’68) and he got a busy signal. The beep-beep-beep sound played in Harry’s ear and he left the phone to his ear and wrote the hit song, One.

Numbers, even the number one, have always fascinated me. I was pretty quick at math when I was young and my grandpa showed me a fascinating number trick that I used on people for twenty years. It requires some quick addition of long columns of numbers in one’s mind, but can have people shaking their head.

Today in Bakersfield the downtown association has their monthly “First Friday.” A fun time to peruse the art galleries, check out local restaurants, visit the many dozens of craft and art booths, catch some live music and be a part of the community. This “one” is not a lonely number, it’s a fun one.

Other number trivia:

Add up all the numbers on a roulette wheel. Yes it is “666.”

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Roulette Wheel

Right here in Bakersfield, at Bakersfield College, the number 3.51.1 was very significant. It was the world record for the mile run set in 1967 by Jim Ryun. The record lasted for eight years.

BTW: Ashrita Furman just did a 12 minute mile. I know that doesn’t sound so hot until I point out that he was riding a pogo stick at the time.

A quickie:
The number 4 is the only number with the same number of letters as the meaning of its name.

40 was the average number of minutes on record albums I used to buy. Now, in the age of digital music, the average album is 60 minutes. Truly, more for less.

10! When I saw that ten plus an exclamation point it took a minute to realize the meaning of that is 10 factorial. So 10! seconds is exactly 6 weeks.
That would be figured by 10 x 9 x 8 x 7 x 6 x 5 x 4 x 3 x 2 x 1 = 3628800 seconds.
That is 42 days, 6 weeks exactly.

 

Another math quiz: A pizza that has radius ‘z’ and height ‘a’ has volume Pi x Z x Z x A
(the area of a circle is Pi multiplied by the radius squared (which can be written out as Pi x Z x Z) Then you multiply by the height to get the total volume

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PIZZA

Here’s multiplication problem for your kids to keep them busy (and quiet)
Multiply 111, 111, 111 x 111, 111, 111
Yes it will equal 12, 345, 678, 987, 654, 321

 

Who cares?  I do!

Have a great weekend.

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