Pi Day, since about 2001 in celebration of the famous and important math ratio and irrational called Pi for the Greek letter, and generally thought of as a wee bit more than three, 3.14 or more precisely 3.1415 is Saturday to today’s Wednesday the 11.

And I was amazed to realize, even 14 years later to the party, that indeed if you look at the “3” it looks like a backwards “E”, the “1” looks like a backwards “I” and the “4” looks like a “P”, ontological proof like an “eye” in nature, Shirley.

But even so, as Terry my Terry was dozing off as we were watching, as you can tell below, John Lennon and Yoko Ono on Dick Cavett circa 1970, I got a text from Eric Cohen, son of Paul J. Cohen the late math great, that Stanford and Washington are jumping ball in Pac-12 hoops championships. And I did get a bit bored by the Cavett re-runs — we had screened Groucho singing “Lydia” during dinner, and I punched in, after “PiDay” on my handheld — while this bad boy the lap-topper was dealing with John and them — the similar worn, not “piday” but “pinay” and then counted, in 2s and 3s the first 142

images therein, before Terry woke up and excused herself for sleep time and I quickly backpedaled to Lisa Simpson and Homer Simpson with their respective thought bubbles, but I will try hard to get to probably Peninsula Creamery for a slice Saturday. Isn’t there also some hipsterism in Buck Henry’s “The Graduate” about the fraternity guys teasing Dustin Hoffman Benjamin Braddock (?) about saving him a “piece”, I guess of wedding cake.