I'm capsized staring on the edge of safe
There are some things that I just love unconditionally. It makes me so happy that they do now or have in the past existed. I don't care about the science of them. For example, dinosaurs and music. I'm not that interested in which period certain dinosaurs lived in, what they ate, how they lived. I just love dinosaurs. Similarly I don't care about chords and keys, I'm happy to assume it's some kind of magic that makes me feel that way when I'm listening to Tegan and Sara sing Nineteen or Thursday's Running From The Rain.
I think my oddest love is prime numbers. I love primes. I love numbers in general, how they all fit together in weird ways, but primes are the best. I'm on wikipedia right now looking up facts about numbers. Like, did you know that there are only four all-Harshad numbers, and they are 1,2 4 and 6. A Harshad number is one that's divisible by the sum of its digits. It becomes all-Harshad if that works in any base. I think all-Harshad numbers are pretty sexy.
Last year the cinema chain I work for launched its new loyalty card. I got one 'cause while I don't pay for films, I do occasionally purchase something to enjoy on my breaks or while watching movies. Every card's got it's own unique number and I went through the pack we had and picked number 371, hoping it was a prime. It's not. It's 7 x 53. It is however the sum of three consecutive primes and the sum of seven consecutive primes. That's okay, I guess, but it is also an Armstrong number, and it is ridiculous how happy I was when I discovered what that meant. An Armstrong Number - also known fittingly as a narcissistic number - is the sum of each of its digits raised to the power of the number of digits it contains. So, like, the number 1 has one digit in it, and if you raise 1 to the power of 1, you get 1. 371 has three digits, and 33 + 73 + 13 = 371.
I am also crazy for palindromes. My favourite number - I think I've mentioned this here before - is 313 because it is the smallest prime of at least three digits to be a palindrome in both base ten and base two. If I do ever get a tattoo, it'd probably have to involve this number somehow. Probably in its binary form (100111001). A comedian I very much admire once wrote a palindromic poem of - I think and I'm not going to put any effort into checking whether or not I'm right - 218 words. 218 is not of itself an interesting number, but it is the number of votes you need for a majority in the US house of Representatives. I shall include this poem here, behind a cut, because I am absolutely in awe of it.
Edit: I did check. It's 228 words long. Much better number. Sum of six consecutive primes. Sum of ten consecutive primes. Fuckin' Harshad. Get in.
Also, I'd like to point out I'm not working any of this stuff out. This is a mixture of things I've learnt on wikipedia tonight and things I learnt on wikipedia a while back. I am really not very clever at all. I am the worst at working things out. What I am pretty okay at is remembering. Not like important things. I will forget your birthday. But if you needed someone to, say, name for you all twenty four Bond films, I could do that.
"Dammit I'm Mad"
by Demetri Martin
Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.
I think my oddest love is prime numbers. I love primes. I love numbers in general, how they all fit together in weird ways, but primes are the best. I'm on wikipedia right now looking up facts about numbers. Like, did you know that there are only four all-Harshad numbers, and they are 1,2 4 and 6. A Harshad number is one that's divisible by the sum of its digits. It becomes all-Harshad if that works in any base. I think all-Harshad numbers are pretty sexy.
Last year the cinema chain I work for launched its new loyalty card. I got one 'cause while I don't pay for films, I do occasionally purchase something to enjoy on my breaks or while watching movies. Every card's got it's own unique number and I went through the pack we had and picked number 371, hoping it was a prime. It's not. It's 7 x 53. It is however the sum of three consecutive primes and the sum of seven consecutive primes. That's okay, I guess, but it is also an Armstrong number, and it is ridiculous how happy I was when I discovered what that meant. An Armstrong Number - also known fittingly as a narcissistic number - is the sum of each of its digits raised to the power of the number of digits it contains. So, like, the number 1 has one digit in it, and if you raise 1 to the power of 1, you get 1. 371 has three digits, and 33 + 73 + 13 = 371.
I am also crazy for palindromes. My favourite number - I think I've mentioned this here before - is 313 because it is the smallest prime of at least three digits to be a palindrome in both base ten and base two. If I do ever get a tattoo, it'd probably have to involve this number somehow. Probably in its binary form (100111001). A comedian I very much admire once wrote a palindromic poem of - I think and I'm not going to put any effort into checking whether or not I'm right - 218 words. 218 is not of itself an interesting number, but it is the number of votes you need for a majority in the US house of Representatives. I shall include this poem here, behind a cut, because I am absolutely in awe of it.
Edit: I did check. It's 228 words long. Much better number. Sum of six consecutive primes. Sum of ten consecutive primes. Fuckin' Harshad. Get in.
Also, I'd like to point out I'm not working any of this stuff out. This is a mixture of things I've learnt on wikipedia tonight and things I learnt on wikipedia a while back. I am really not very clever at all. I am the worst at working things out. What I am pretty okay at is remembering. Not like important things. I will forget your birthday. But if you needed someone to, say, name for you all twenty four Bond films, I could do that.
"Dammit I'm Mad"
by Demetri Martin
Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.