May 25th is the day that I, along with my fellow free citizens, take time to honor the many women and men who have served us. It is also the day that I, along with me and myself, run to the bookstore for a momento to honor Mr. Fix-it’s latest successful orbit around the sun.
Kevin is a year older than me but claims that from some mysterious mathematical perspective, that 365-day length of time somehow gets shorter and shorter the older we get.
So does that mean if we live long enough, we’ll get into negative numbers? Will there be a brief, shining moment when we were born at exactly the same time, and then we start going in the other direction, like Benjamin Button? Will I be Cate Blanchette to his Brad Pitt?
Anyway. This is for the child within your heart.
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Happy Birthday to the Kevinmeister. He’s right about time, you know.
Fabulous! I love it.
Mysterious? No! Relative? Yes. Our ages will grow closer together on a percentage basis as we grow older. Don’t believe me, keep on a-readin’.
In 1969 Woodstock was taking place, Tricky Dick Nixon was sworn in as President, the mighty Boeing 747 flew for the first time, and I was 2 years old while Uppity was 1. 1/2=%50; she was half my age.
In 1979 the Shah fled Iran, it snowed in the Sahara, Three Mile Island got hot, and I was 12 years old while Uppity was 11. 11/12 = 91.6%. She was less than ten percent younger than me.
In 1989 the Berlin Wall came down, Ted Bundy went to the chair, Exxon Valdez made an unplanned offload in Prince William Sound, and I was 22 while Uppity was 21. 21/22=95.5%. She was just the right age, looking good and probably drunk. Where the hell was I?
In 1999 we were going to party like it was 1999, the EU made pretty money obsolete, Lance Armstrong won his first Tour de France, and I was 32 while Uppity was 31. 31/32=96.9%. She was wondering how best to get me to throw out some of my books so she would have more room for hers on our bookshelf.
It’s 2009. I’m 42. (Aw fuck, I’m 42?!) Anyway, 97.6%. This asymptotic trend will continue towards the two of us being the same age within rounding error (100.0%) when I’m 2,500 years old. If accuracy to a hundredth is not good enough, we’ll be the same age to the thousandths place (100.00%) when I’m 25,000 years old.
enginerd.
Dude, REALLY? Did you have to mess this all up with mother-farking MATH?
Happy Birthday, you nerd.
Awesome, Kevin. I was trying to explain this same thing to someone the other day. Her daugher is in 9th grade and dating a 10th grader and is concerned about the age gap. I explained that while the gap is 7% of her age now and will approach (but probably never reach) 0% over time. She hypothesized that her daughter would likely have a new “love of her life” by the weekend, so it doesn’t matter…
Happy Birthday!
Thanks Kevin – who ought now to be 98%-ish of my age…do the math and let me know — you know you will!