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...Attracting the most shoppers of any QR, this class capitalizes on its nostalgic appeal—the nostalgia of patterns and prime numbers, factorials and probability. (“What’s the likelihood that two people in a class of 25 have the same birthday?” the professor coos while drawing a pretty picture on the board. “Order the same ice cream? Cheat off the same freshman?”) And let us not forget the most nostalgic bit: homework (a.k.a. busywork) assigned after each class. Quantitative Reasoning 48, “Bits...
...night of my birthday party I noticed the neighbors across the street weaving colored lights into the trees of their huge yard frontyard, unfurling a Koranic banner from their second-story balcony, and arranging dozens of chairs around their veranda. Within an hour their guests had taken up all the parking spaces in a three block radius, and a speaker attached to an immense sound system began congratulating everyone on the Twelfth Imam's birthday. The voice launched into an excited sermon, detailing how God concealed the Mahdi -- the last in a line of Shi`ite imams descended from...
When I first noticed my birthday this year would coincide with the birthday of the Twelfth Imam, a revered figure in Shi`ite Islam, the possibility of a scheduling conflict didn't occur to me. After all, the Twelfth Imam, also known as the Hidden Imam or the Mahdi, has been occulted since 874 A.D., and the festivities held in his honor are usually a daytime affair...
...myself I hadn't been able to share with anyone else, that we had built up a real friendship, a trust. So when I finally met him face-to-face I had already fallen for him. He came to New York City for Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday in 2004 and wanted to meet my daughters, who were his muses for the painting. The moment we all met, I knew he and I were going to be more than client and artist. We got married on July...
...never found out. Just then, a procession of musicians and dancers appeared out of the rain, as if from the pages of a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel. On closer examination the women dancers were all young men in dresses. They explained, a little sheepishly, that it was the birthday of a local patron saint, and this saint wanted all the boys to dress in drag. Who was I to argue with a cross-dressing saint...