Again I survived! Today is my 44th birthday. Before you smirk, I now measure my age strictly in the hexadecimal numbering system, which counts 0, 1, 2, 3 and on to 9, A, B, C, D, E, and F. I think you will agree that it’s a much more flattering number, until the letters of the alphabet start showing up, making people say, “Hold on thar!” Of course, I won’t get to be 4A years old for another six years. By then, I may have to find a still more flattering number system—perhaps vigesimal (to the base twenty).
If you are not a computer wonk and want to find out how old I really am now—in the decimal numbering system— you just follow these simple steps:
- Take the number of Muses in Ancient Greek mythology.
- Add the number of the current Baktun in the Long Count of the Mayan Calendar.
- Multiply the result by the number of Theological Virtues in Catholic dogma.
- Add the number of scoops of raisins in every box of Kellogg’s Raisin Bran cereal.
There, that wasn’t so very difficult, was it? Easy as pi!