Happy Birthday Dad! (Updated Version: Emotions Included!)

Happy Birthday Dad!!!

Today is Dad Campbell's 58th birthday! That's the oldest he's ever been so we really need to applaud his accomplishment.

Here are some statistics just to give you all an idea of what he's done...

58 years is 21,185 days

58 years is 30,506,400 minutes

58 years is 508,440 hours

58 years is 3,026 weeks

And now since my dad loves math. Here is his birthday in different number bases.

58 years in base 4 is 322 years old

58 years in base 6 is 134 years old

58 years in base 8 is 72 years old

and now to be kind, 58 years in base 14 is only 42 years old.

So happy 42nd birthday in base 14 dad!

Okay, I better get back to reading...now I'm just procrastinating.

Thanks for everything Dad. I love you.

p.s. thanks for helping to make me. Depending on how you figure it I either owe you 50 percent credit for my being here...or I could owe you about 0.01526 percent credit* for being here.


*That second number is derived by assuming (incorrectly I'm sure) an exact 9 month pregnancy starting in September and ending in June (6,552 hours), and also assuming (completely arbitrarily and for ease in math) that you contributed 1 hour to my conception. That means you contributed 1 hour and mom contributed 6,553. One hour is 0.01526 percent of 6,553 hours. So, in the end, calculating credit for my being here in terms of time spent creating me, you get 0.01526 % credit for me being here and Mom gets 99.98474% credit for my being here. No wonder Mother's day gets way more airplay :)

p.p.s. I feel like I sorta missed the point of recognizing my dad's birthday...so I'm gonna fix that now. Perhaps a blog isn't the best place to write this, but everyone should know how great my dad is so I'm gonna post anyway...

What I wrote above was a fun exercise (numbers are fun!), but I am very certain that numbers are powerless to relate what you mean to me, dad. Although the time you spent in my conception wasn't very impressive, the time you've spent subsequently on my development has been very impressive--and beyond what any son has a right to expect. The person I am today (for better or for worse) is so closely interwoven with your consistent, strong, and loving interest that I doubt it's possible to measure or verbalize the effect you've had on my life. But where math and words fail, I'll just rely on the tried and true method everyone else uses to express this sort of thing: I love you Dad!