A mathematically perfect day

Today is a mathematically perfect day. A perfect number is one that is equal to the sum of its (proper) factors.

For example, the factors of 6 are 1, 2 and 3. Add these up and you get 6.
The factors of 28 are 1, 2, 4, 7, and 14. Add these up, you have a perfect 28.

So every year, 28/6 (28th of June, or 6/28 for my backwards American friends) is a Mathematically Perfect Day.

There’s not many of these perfect numbers, and the ones we have discovered get very large very quickly. For example, the next number is 496, then 8128, then 33 million.

Some Trivia:
God created the universe in 6 days, a perfect number.
The moon orbits the Earth in 28 days.
Tricia Helfer played Caprica Six in Battlestar Galactica, and she is a perfect woman.

Caprica Six

Our 2012 European Grand Prix meal

It was race weekend, and in honour of the 2012 European Grand Prix (held in Valencia, Spain) I made a meal of Spanish omelette with tomatoes and Chorizo, plus Macaroni en Salsa de Tomate con Chorizo. Essentially a fancy name for pasta with tomato and spicy sausage but it was Yummy!

As for the race, poor old Mark Webber had a horror qualifying session, not making it past Q1 and landing him back in P19. Webber was a big winner at the end of the day, however, fighting his way patiently up to 4th by the end of the race, edged out by Schumacher, Kimi and “He who should not be named”. It was anything but boring, with action all through the race.

Schumacher on the podium is a win for Formula 1.


Beware the fury of a patient country

On 18 Jun 1812, The United States of America declared war on Canada and decided to invade. The Americans had a bee in their bonnet about something or other with the British and since England was so far away they thought they give Canada a good thrashing.

2 years later in September 1814, Canada had had enough. They marched on Washington, destroying everything in their path and set the White House on fire.

Shit's on fire, yo.

Shit's on fire, yo.

It has been the only time since the Revolutionary War that a foreign power has captured and occupied the US Capital. Unless you count Obama.

I guess it has worked because this war is also the origin of the lines about “the rockets’ red glare” and “the bombs bursting in air” from the US national anthem. Notice that America has never declared war on Canada since?

Our 2012 Canadian Grand Prix meal

Last weekend was the Canadian Grand Prix in Montreal, Canada. Race time was 2am local, and I had intended to stay up and watch it. But, my luck being what it is, there was a short storm that took out the power to half of Perth for 24 hours.

During the afternoon we noticed it was getting a bit blowy, and while starting to prepare our 2012 Canadian “Taste of the Race” meal we saw that our trampoline in the back yard had blown over and was banging up against the side fence.

The last known image of our trampoline

As you can see, it’s the type with a big cage net so that we can lock the kids in there the kids wont fall and hurt themselves. This net had caught the wind and the trampoline had fallen on it’s side.

We rushed out to secure the tramp. But to what? And how? We had rope, but nothing to tie it to. I thought about taking the legs off so we could tuck it under the bbq area roof but that proved time consuming. The wind picked up, and so did the tramp. It lifted me up in the air, and if Suzanne hadn’t been holding it at that moment as well then I would have taken off with it, looking much like a round hang glider, and landed on a roof a block away.

It’s then that we decided to cut our losses and sacrifice the tramp. Suzanne took to it with a knife, ripping apart the safety net and mat. We were then able to take the rest of it apart at our leisure, if you can call unscrewing nuts and bolts in stinging rain “leisure”.

Anyhow, we weren’t able to go ahead with our planned meal of “Poutine” until yesterday. Poutine is a French-Canadian dish of French fries (or “chips” for Aus/UK folk) and fresh cheese curds, covered with brown gravy or sauce. Sometimes additional ingredients are added. I first had Poutine at La Banquise, a restaurant in downtown Montreal that has specialised primarily in Poutine for almost 50 years. It was actually race weekend when I was there a couple years ago, and I could hear the cars from across the river. La Banquise, I was told, is kindof an institution among the locals, so I was obliged to dine there. Our own recipe included diced bacon for a bit of extra meaty flavour.

Never mind the quality; count the carbs!

Too bad I can’t tell you much about the race. Lewis Hamilton won with Perez and Grosjean rounding out the podium. Hamilton became the seventh winner in seven races, and as usual Michael Schumachers best lap was in the pre-race driver’s parade!

Looking forward to the European Grand Prix in Valencia.

The best movie soundtracks

As you know I like movies. And I like music. Though I enjoy most movies and music, I have specific tastes in both. Sometimes, but not often, the two come together to form the perfect movie soundtrack. These are my favourites.

Blade Runner.

 It took an eternity for this soundtrack to be released. I owned a couple sub-par imitations of this soundtrack by the New American Orchestra and others, so every time I visited my local “reccastow” I’d search for the real deal. It wasn’t until about 15 years after the movie that this was actually released, but the wait was worth it. The entire album is laden with atmosphere and seduction, and each track flows into the next with well placed movie dialog. It’s a perfect companion to the best film ever made, and my favourite music to lose myself to when travelling on the train.

Paris, Texas.

When have so few notes said so much as when Ry Cooder’s slide guitar introduces Harry Dean Stanton emerging, parched, from the desert? Cooder adds another whole dimension to an already somber movie about a tortured soul with perfectly timed flowing musical commentary.

Tron Legacy

Daft Punk’s original score fits like a perfectly crafted digital glove over the hand of the perfect digital fantasy woman.

The Crow.

The hard driving, edgy, alt-rock tracks on this non-score movie soundtrack album with a mix of grunge, industrial and alternative perfectly captures the angsty atmosphere of the film. I understand that when the movie came out none of these tracks were available on regular albums. They were specifically created (chosen, at least) for this movie. The album punishes you one moment, and soothes you the next. As a soundtrack of independent songs brought together, it is unsurpassed.


A friend recommended this soundtrack to me, and thinking that I knew better I decided to be polite and give it a listen so I’d stop being pestered. After one listen, though, I knew that this was going to be among my top five favourite soundtracks.Well, half of it anyhow. Most of the contents aren’t standalone pieces but need to be taken as a whole to work well. It wasn’t until I saw the movie the other night that I was impressed with how good this soundtrack really is. It perfectly matches the dark, brooding and intense atmosphere of this violent film. I highly recommend Drive as a soundtrack and a movie if you like music and film.

This what you’d call the “signature track”, I guess. Night Call by Kavinsky. Enjoy.

On motivation

We went running around the block this evening, in an effort to get some fitness happening. I think we even surprised ourselves in even attempting this. We didn’t quite make it around the whole block but it was an achievement nonetheless.

Suzanne made the mistake of saying “Don’t let me stop until we get at least up to that corner up there. You need to motivate me”. So of course I launched into my Gunnery Seargent Hartman impersonation:

It put a smile on more than a couple faces as they saw us running by.