A day late again, I’ll get the hang of this eventually.
6 is a perfect number which means that it is equal to the sum of its factors [excluding itself]. This is the kind of nonsense I like. It’s a maths teacher thing.
So. Back in January I wrote about my upcoming birthday, when I turn 60. It’s a big ‘un! I broke down my life into decades, and wrote about them. It seemed to be quite a popular post, it certainly got a lot of comments!
Now the birthday is exactly 6 weeks away, at the time of writing, so there’s another 6. I have [if asked] always said that 6 is my lucky number, merely because it pleased my mathematical heart, even at a very early age, that my birthdate consists of numbers all divisible by 6.
Yes, yes, I’m a saddo- I do notice such things about numbers now and then, but I hasten to add I’m not in the slightest bit taken in by numerology. Just interesting numbers make me geek out a bit. And I once read an assertion that ALL numbers are interesting. If you find one that isn’t, that in itself is an interesting fact. [The interesting numbers paradox, attributed to a conversation between mathematicians G. H. Hardy and Srinivasa Ramanujan]
At our wedding, it occurred to me that our ages were interesting, so I made a mini geek speech about it. My wife only face-palmed a little, which shows what a gem she is! [If you’re interested, we married in August after both our birthdays for the year, and she is 6 years younger than me. This took place 7 years ago [dammit, not a six] so were 53 and 47. Both in our prime, with a sum which is a perfect square. This made me very happy! I apologise lol]
Right now I have nothing more to add on sixes, and should in any case be writing my piece for the seventh, so I will leave it at that. You might like to flick back to read [or re-read] the one about my 6 decades though.