What are those strains of merrymaking, now drifting across
the moors? Is it the peasants,
getting an early start on Superbowl tailgating? Has word
finally got round of our stunning new proof of the Riemann Hypothesis? -- No!! ‘Tis naught but the singing, dancing throng, celebrating
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| nom nom yummie ! |
In honor of this glorious day, our friend Pyesetz the
Pup has promised not to go hunting
for hedgehogs for a while, though it is something that otherwise dogs like to do.
So let us rejoice together. As Pliny the Elder famously put it … mmm … hanh …… Well,
bother Pliny the Elder. As
Casey Stengel put it:
A hedgehog a day
keeps the fantods away.
For our own lucubrations on the thrilling subject of
hedgehogs, try this:
For a similar holiday of unadulterated joy:
And for some very special hamsters (the hedgehogs’ special
friends):
[Note: Those
special hamsters are Hilbert Hamsters. Hedgehogs, by contrast, are not so neatly
mathematical: considered as
manifolds, they are nowhere differentiable; too prickly. If that fact makes you sad, click here for some
differentiable penguins.]
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