3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091456485669234603486104543… and on… and on… and on… forever.
Or, as most of us would have it, 3.14. The mathematical constant that is otherwise calculated as the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter.
On March 14th of each year all around the world nerds, geeks, lovers of math, and dads who enjoy puns unite in celebration of one of the most famous mathematical concepts… and eat pie. Fruit pie. Pizza pie. Anything round, to be honest.
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If you’re reading this on March 14 of any year, go buy yourself a pie. Go make a pie. Go buy someone else a pie. Share a pie. Eat a pie. Bake a pie. Taste a pie. Just pie… and ponder the geekyness of a world that celebrates a love of science and math and knowing stuff that is true and real and measurable and pure.
While I had originally intended to build an internet monument to this, the greatest of geeky celebrations, that effort (sadly.. inevitably) stagnated, and yet in possession of a perfectly good domain name (piday.ca) an even bolder idea occurred to me: Pi day, the concept of pi day, the punny-dad-jokiness-ness it implied, the pastry it supplied, the curiosity it evoked, and everything within the grand circle of pi that bubbled from its flaky crust and gooey inside had a lot to say about not only me as an eclectic guy, but me as a modern parent.
Would I, could I, someday take measure of one small success in the many I’ve striven for in this journey as a dad, at the end of it all I would ask my daughter when she, someday perhaps, has a daughter of her own: “Do you celebrate pi day?”
If, when, she answers “yes, of course dad, why wouldn’t we… it is after all the most awesome day of the year and you have taught me well.” Then… alas I will have done my job.
For as I ponder my own depths of nerdiness, I see it like this: Pi day is a summary of me as parent. Pi day is an encapsulation of the quirky bits of how I define myself as a dad. This is pi day. Every day is pi day. Life is pi day… so?
So… I drew a comic about it. It is a comic about being a geek dad, a dad who plays video games in between long training runs. A dad who shares his love of pop culture and then creates his own in bits of art and music. A dad who craves the latest technology but who fights to balance that and with a strong love and respect for nature and the universe. It is a whole bunch of those little clashes between kid logic and parental overthinking, and it plays out in the crude scribbled frames drawn between a Dad and his Girl.
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