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Saturday, 14 March 2009

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I am glad I now know there is a pi Day! But to tell the truth, I am sick of this trend of celebrating everything all over the year, it's hapless and pi tiful - sorry!

To my favourite Cat
I just want to say hello to Dark Puss. What you wrote the other day was just unbearably cute! I made me melt instantaneously and I almost ran at my local vet to get my own cat!

"However I borrowed Kafka on the Shore instead (the cute black kitten on the cover got the better of me). I must say I am not disappointed in the Murakami, and the concept of a flute made from the souls of murdered cats is an intriguing and disturbing one, especially for me."
It was here:
http://booksdofurnisharoom.typepad.com/books_do_furnish_a_room/2009/02/bang-bang-bang-goes-the-farmers-gun.html#comments
A big, big hug to the lovely feline!

Calculating the value of pi to an enormous number of digits is not only interesting from a number theoretic point of view but is a good test of state-of-the-art supercomputers. Readers may be interested in this page http://mathworld.wolfram.com/PiDigits.html from Wolfram which contains some interesting information on some of the statistical properties ("randomness") of the digits of pi. Readers with a reasonable background in mathematics may be fascinated by the number of formula relating to pi that are listed here http://mathworld.wolfram.com/PiFormulas.html . Some of these are due to the Indian mathematician Ramanujan about whom Cornflower posted a weblog recently here http://www.cornflowerbooks.co.uk/2009/02/hard-sums.html Enjoy!

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