The Wuxi China Expatdom celebrated "π" Day with many events.
"π" Day, March 14, is the day the Expatdom commemorates the ratio of any Euclidean plane circle's circumference to its diameter.
One hundred thousand Wuxi China Expats gathered at Harry Moore Memorial Square to see who could most quickly and accurately calculate, by hand, "π" to 1,000 places. The winner of the contest, Pythagoras, received a choice of either free pie for life, or a lifetime 3.14 percent discount on beer, from Gambay's Pub.
Another two hundred thousand male Wuxi Expats gathered at the WCE parliamentary cafeteria to watch WCE Prime Minister Mango and other parliamentarians eat pie. Mango devoured a "tart and perky" Lemon Merange pie. Leader of the opposition Nudist Party, Iggy Poop had, what he said, was a "perfectly plump plum pie." Wuxi Sexpat Leader John Hefner said he was planning to have h***pie in the evening.
Gorzo the Mighty, during a "π" day event at the Wuxi China Expatdom museum of Irrational Numbers, expressed hope that the former King of Wuxi, the Ayatollah of Mordor, would eat some "humble pie" and confess the many errors of his tyrannical reign.
Andis Kaulins, noted skinflint, decided to give one Expat 3.14 RMB towards the purchase of one beer at a local supermarket. "I decided to splurge after I learned that "π" is the same value as the ratio of a circle's area to the square of its radius." said Kaulins.
In the Wuxi New District, twenty two Canadian Expats decided to stand on top of seven Expats from Ottawa.
Wuxi China Expatdom Poet Laureate McClusky composed an ode to pie to mark the occaision:
Pie in the Sky,
Pie in the eye,
Pie in the face,
is no disgrace
When Gorzo is the cream
and Mango is my dream.
No pie-romaniacs - very good. Wasn't there a Pope Pieous at some time, who enunciated the
ReplyDeleteprinciples of behaving with piety?
As for "pi", well, I enjoy nothing-better than settling into bed with a couple of volumes of Newton's later refinements (yes, yes, the 'Principia') on the Euclidean model. Actually, even better hopping into bed with a good Trollope.
Callahan thankfully dealt with the pyromaniacs. He put them on a bus to Northern Canada. There they can burn to their heart’s content, and no one else is bothered.
ReplyDeleteCallahan is always accused of fascism, but his tough ways are more humane than that of the "Oh come on! Don't yell at the boy" social worker types.
It also helped that Gambay's stopped selling Molotov Cocktails.