When I was a kid, classmates talked about a Golden Birthday. When the date, within the month, of birth equals age. Not much fun when the day is the 1st. Nothing for a baby to remember. Philip didn’t care when he turned 16. I guess the window for the thing being cool was by middle school.
I re-envisioned my special birthday calculation. When age matches the last two digits of birth year. Today: my birthday this year is age 63 from 1963. Known as the Beddian Birthday. But nobody cares. I’m the weird kid with an attraction for patterns in numbers.
The four digit combo for the Goat Yard… the numbers can be 3 numbers in sequence. 6-7-8. Where is the fourth number? When a 6 is rotated directly on top of another 6, it turns into an 8. Hence, one way to remember 6-7-6-6; it is really a sequence. Nothing to do with sex positions. Just a number pattern and graphic design, sans serif font.
Pattern recognition must be hereditary. My dad first tried to get me to remember a phone number by adding different digits within the number. I got a little confused but years later it made a lot of sense suddenly and I’ve been doing it ever since. The only problem is, I can’t do math in my head so if there were any numbers to add, to find a pattern, they had to be super simple number combinations. Ages and years are handy memory keepers.
Yet, I don’t think I can get very far memorizing digits of pi.
My dad was good with math. My brother was a math genius. Bill’s PhD was in topology, basically the math of patterns in shapes.
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