Monday, January 31, 2011

Fibonacci Me*

One is the loneliest number
One unexpected hug from Bruce
Duality, Yin/Yang, Separation – two
Chakra 3 – Manipura – the city of jewels – bane of this lifetime
5 beats to the Turkish drum rhythm that kicks my ass
Lemniscate, mobius, infinity – 8
13 years of puppy kisses
21 Jump Street
Atomic weight of selenium - 34
55 – age at my next publicly celebrated birthday
89 – number of average woman paces to circumnavigate Stonehenge
# slides to section an entire mouse embryo 144
233 – BFF
377 number of menstrual cycles to reach my cronehood
Macintosh Quadra 610
MN 610 from Coon Rapids to Uncle Tiny’s house
$233 for my first djembe
‘Man is like a breath. His days are like a fleeting shadow’ Psalm 144
89 published in Genes and Development
Sammy Hagar I can’t drive 55
#34 Walter Payton
21 emancipation from tyranny
December 21, 2012 Mayan long count
Pieces of eight
Leonardo’s Vitruvian man - five
Mother/maiden/crone 3
Chromosome 2 murine Adenosine deaminse
‘Of what significance is one’s own existance’ Albert Einstein
The beginning, the creator, the one.

*This is part of a larger piece exploring how mathematics is related to life. I have always been intrigued by Fibonacci numbers – numbers in a series where any number is the sum of the two preceding it. They are found everywhere in nature from the arrangement of seeds on a pinecone to the gentle spiral of a nautilus shell. I began to wonder how they might apply to me, how they might define me.

verison 1.0    3/08


  1. I've laid awake many a night wondering, if I were a woman, how many steps it would take me to walk around Stonehenge!
    You might take a peek at my ode to one two and three; the 1st, 2nd and 3rd days of River of Stones. They're just for fun...
    P.S. What is meh?

  2. yunno - like meh - not good. not bad. just there.

  3. Blue, I found you at Kim Nelson's comment section of her blog. I'm not a "forms" person, but thanks for your explanation of Fibonacci included.

    The details you chose to disclose took a lot of research - especially the number of cycles. My ovaries are officially raisins, so I imagine my number is somewhere up there, too!

    Glad to read you - you have a gift!
    Amy Barlow Liberatore
    One of my posts for Writer's Island and Sunday Scribblings:


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