This is Pi Day #051.c
Ultimately, dance dad duty results in a simple act: sitting helplessly in the audience while a stranger passes judgement upon your child and a year worth of your evenings spent driving through snow storms and commuter traffic to deliver her to weekly dance classes.
Like anything, life ain’t always fair. But tell that to a kid who woke up early to spend two hours doing her hair and make-up.
This is Pi Day #051.b
I kid. I joke. Dance moms make the dance world go round…
…but I do feel a little out of my element when I wander casually around any dance competition venue, hands in my pocket, thumbing my phone, maybe snapping some photos here and there. Meanwhile, other parents are lugging suitcases full of costumes and make-up in procession behind a hair-do’d up young lady in some elaborate costume, narrow, focussed eyes sizing up the room for any sign of weakness.
But we’re not going to retire on a ballet scholarship anytime soon, so I say just let the kid have fun…
This is Pi Day #051.a
I can’t say that I’m a great dance dad, but I’m learning.
We’ve just pushed through yet another dance competition season and we have the scars to show for it. Thankfully, we mostly tour on the local competition circuit so it means travel is limited to day trips. Yet that still means early morning hair-doing sessions (not my specialty) and lugging costumes carefully laid out in the back of the car so that they don’t wrinkle, and … of course … the anticipatory therapy sessions that go along with any kind of public performance.
You’d think after spending a year as a cartoon character, getting up on a stage in a tutu wouldn’t bother her that much.
This is Pi Day #041.c
Alas #piday is over for another year… so did you learn anything? With the passing of the great #stephenhawking and the reminder that #einstein was born on what we now call the day of pi, multiple people noted that wouldn’t it be great if we could maybe pause on march 14 to think about more than just pastry… I like it.
This is Pi Day #041.b
Having named my web comic after a holiday –albeit a geeky, dad-joke of a holiday– I would have missed a major opportunity ignoring this particular date, a date honouring pi, and pie and pastry and math and all things eclectic about mashing together modern clever culture with overt rationality.
So here you go. It’s pi day. Or Pie Day. Or pizza pie day. Or just plain old March 14th if you prefer.
It’s a day to reflect on the math that makes our world go round. It’s a day to contemplate that the world is round and all those technologies you love so much, including the one that you are reading these words on, wouldn’t work if we didn’t know about things like mathematical constants. It’s a day to learn more about the history of the food we eat and the connection it draws to the languages we’ve honed over millennia in a way that makes it less mysterious why a food and a number share the same jumble of sounds we make when we speak about them. It’s a day to eat something round and to celebrate geeks.
Happy Pi Day.