Tuesday, July 7, 2009


I'm fighting to stay awake. I mean how cool will it be when the clock reaches 12:34 and 56 seconds on 7/8/9? I mean really! So what if I have a 7 am flight to Sacramento. So what if I need to be smart and alert and provide thoughtful insight; can't I do that on say 4 hours and 32 minutes of sleep?
On second thought, 12:34:56 7/8/9 will happen a second time.
Perhaps I'll casually mention it in the meeting and then I'll surely impress. But what if I miss it? What if I forget to mention it and then it passes and then I say it and then it will be too late and then I'll look like a dork! But what if I start the meeting by mentioning it and then it won't be too late but what if I mention it and everyone is too intellectual to care and then I look like a dork!

But I don't want to miss it. But I don't want to look like a dork. I'll just set my iPhone alarm and then it will go off precisely at 12:23:on 7/8/9 and then I can say, "Oh I'm sorry, but did you realize that it's 12:34:56 on 7/8/9." And I'll say it real slow like for 56 seconds.

OMG I'm such a dork. I need to go set my alarm.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


Maybe it’s because I live in California or because I don’t follow publicly traded financial institutions. Maybe it’s because I don’t watch enough minor league baseball or maybe I’m just sheltered. But when I linked over to Lisa-Project 365 from a comment she left me, I had to zoom in on the photo and do a double take. They didn’t really name a bank 5/3, did they? Really?

Now, Lisa‘s blog post had nothing to do with the name of this bank, apparently everyone in the Midwest knows of it. Afterall, Fifth Third Bank has been around for about 100 years before I was even born. But what’s up with the name 5/3?
Why not 1- 2/3 or 123?

Apparently Fifth Third's unusual name is the result of the merger of two banks, The Fifth National Bank and The Third National Bank. They say that because the merger took place during a period when prohibitionist ideas were gaining popularity, it was believed that "Fifth Third" was better than "Third Fifth," which could be construed as a reference to three "fifths" of alcohol. Thank you Wikipedia.

Personally, I’d rather have five-thirds of something than three-fifths, so the name’s cool with me. And hey, 5 + 3 = 8; and eight’s my favorite number.
Maybe I’ll open an on-line account, but not yet. I think I’ll wait till tomorrow, say eight seconds after 8:08.

Friday, June 12, 2009


The Chinese regard the number 8 as a very lucky number because it sounds like the Chinese word for wealth. You might recall that the start time of the opening ceremony of the Summer Olympics in Beijing was 8 seconds and 8 minutes past 8 pm (local time) on August 8, 2008.

I like the number 8 because of its symmetry and because when you lay it on its side, it looks like the symbol for infinity ∞.

In the Bible, the number eight represents the number for new beginnings as it comes after seven - the number of days it took God to complete His creation. Four is the number of mercy. I like to think of 8 as my personal beginning with double mercy. Lord knows I need it! And since His mercies are new every morning (Lam 3:22-23), I think its okay to believe in double mercy.

As a Christian, I’m not superstitious of course, but do you think God notices that I wait for gas pump #8 at my local Arco Station?

To infinity and beyond!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Project 365 or Project 52?

I am completely enamored with my sister's project with her friends. They have committed to take at least one photo a day for a full year and blog it. What a concept!

As I considered joining the project, I realized mine would be more like a Project 52 - post a photo weekly. Then came another reality check and now I'm thinking, Project 12. But it really doesn't have the same ring to it . . .

Are you one of those people who can't help counting the stairs as you climb? Do you notice patterns in sets of numbers, be they phone numbers or ip addresses? I am. In fact, I used to assign meaningful numbers to my boyfriends so that my girlfriends and I could talk about them without having to refer to them as "You know, Michael with the Porsche not the Michael I met at the Laker game." You guessed it, 924 & 21 (ala the Laker's Michael Cooper).

Instead of a heavy commitment to post daily, I've decided to blog my numbers. Interesting to some, boring to others, but real to me.

So here's to my sister, pictured above with me and the answer to all things, "27"