Ok, here’s all you need to know. (*And if you giveth not a sh*t about numbers, just click out now; check how many ‘Likes’ Linsey Lohan got today..) I forgive you.*

** Anyway,** I’m done lying in bed factoring 2739 in my head, and equally finished reading all the multi-millenia speculation from math thinkers who would have profited from having a day job.

The Hell wid it! The is **NOTHING SPECIAL** about prime numbers, save their indivisibility. It’s not even something they should be be proud of; It’s almost akin to a ‘special-interest’ internet group whose members ** ‘do not collect stamps’**, as a common bond.

Ok, here’s the whole picture, so you-uns can sleep at night:

*Step One: My Excellent House party.*Where: A room in my Mom’s basement.

What: I sent out invitations to numbers 1-6 for a start, asked them to bring their nifty ‘Divisibility-Lasers’.

OK, 2,3,5, and 7, SMS-ed right away that they’ed be there. ‘4’ said “Two will take care of it for me.” and ‘6’ didn’t get back. No problem.

I set up the room thusly:

Ceiling tiles, one foot square, 10 X 10. A hundred tiles in all. Took me three hours to ‘magic-marker’ the numbers on each one.

I made sure to put a comfy rug in the center of the floor, and ordered pizza for the party. All four of the guests arrived, each in his fav color: 2: bright red, 3: a lovely green, 5: nice utilitarian brown, and 7: a tastefull beige. Their lasers were of the same matching color, of course.

And so, after a good half hour of pizza-munching and Rules-explanation, they were ready! A lovely sight, the four of them in a pile on the rug, kinda like ‘And the Lion shall lie down with the Lamb’

At the signal, 2 started first. Machine-gunning all the even-numbered rows with her red laser.

**Oops. forgot ‘The Rules’:**

1) If you light up a number you can divide evenly (like, for ‘2’, 32/2=16) it puts a little tag on the tile with your name/number on it.

More rules to follow..

**And so** ‘2’ ‘hit’ fully half of the numbers, but managed to knock to the floor only one tile: ‘Two’,(herself) which she put in her box, kinda disappointed.

Three went next. Took a little longer since he couldn’t exactly shoot in straight or diagonal lines. He got ‘3’ knocked down for his box, but also ‘6’. Why? Well, Six had already been divided by 2 into a ‘3’, so it fell to the floor, having been completely factored. Not so for ‘9’, which three would need to ‘hit’ twice to knock off the ceiling.

Anyway, I hope you kinda get the rules by now.

“Five” with his brown laser went over the ceiling carefully, hit all the numbers ending with ‘0’ or ‘5’. Ended up, in his box, with ‘5’ (of course) but also ’15’ (since 3’s laser had already turned it into a ‘5’. (oh, and ’10’, same reason.)

Seven’s turn was last, but he had a great time: Got ‘7’ of course, but also ’14’, ’21’ and ’35’ for his box-o-goodies. Thanks to help from the smaller divisors.

Anyway, this party continued for a good two hours: more turns, more pizza, more beer, but hey, who’s counting?

In The End:

And in the end, what was left on the ceiling?

1) First of all, repeated ‘hits’ by ‘2’s red light got her, 4,8,16,32, and ’64’.

Three netted in addition to ‘3’: 9 and 27

Five grabbed ’25, and Seven, likewise netted ’21,and ’49’.

Most of the othe tiles were split in the boxes between the co-contributers to their divisibility:

Like ‘Tile 60’, who ended up in shards in several boxes, namely : 2,3,and 5.

**And Then a Knock on the Door!**

I opened the front door carefully, so I thought, but not quickly enough to prevent ’11’ and ’13’ from barging right in. They’d heard on FB that a party had happened without them, and were greatly un-happy.

I sat them down in the kitchen, with the last pizza ‘Pepperoni, no anchovies’, and listened to their case:

** “What are we… goats!” **they spit.

**Eleven ran off the list of numbers only he could divide, echoed seconds later by ‘Thirteen’, with**

*“22,33,44,55…”*

*“13,26,39,52…”*What could I do as a fair panel-moderator?

I led them to the basement room, where it turned out 2.3.5.and 7 had alreay realized that they may need offshore help to bring down the ceiling. I expected a floor-fight, but the Numbers joined hands in exemplary fashion. Within minutes, the ceiling was much closer to what I’d hoped for when I called the party.

And still.. there were ..um.. hold-outs.. stalwarts. Numbers like ’57’, sitting there overhead, mocking me.

Hmm.. 57=3X19. Nineteen? I scrolled through my phone ‘Contacts’.

**‘Not found’**Ditto for, turned out, 17,23,29,31,37,41,47,53, ugh, the list goes on.

I needed to sit and think a second: What exactly was I trying to accomplish??

**Ok**, un-numbered milligrams of Ritalin and Valium later, it turns out that it’s ** ridiculously easy** to lose track of what one is after. But I now know:

1)The ceiling’ is the set of numbers from 1 to 100 base 10

2) My guests, including the party-crashers 11, 13..etc are the survivors, numbers who themselves have no clean divisors.. ok ‘Primes’.

3 And any tile left on the ceiling after the party , having survived all attempts to divide it by smaller numbers is also a Prime.

So I went out and ordered like, gift-cards, printed-up for the lucky bunch. Wrote on them

**And I sincerely expected that they’d take it as the compliment I’d intended.**

*“Sub-100 Prime Club!”*Oy! closest I can get to why they ‘hated it’ is that the name reminded them of their insignificance in the Universe, their puny role in a continuum where even 100 to the 100th power is still a long way from infinity.

Hmm.. my next party was to have been a ‘blow-up’ of the above, but with a ceiling at 500 feet altitude, and 1000X1000 tiles. Woulda been fun, I still say. (setting aside the tactical/budgetary issues of 170 meter towers and 300+ meter steel cables. I do have the space on my property, but $400 a month Israeli social security might not cover the materials.

But, in principle, this ‘party-mood’ can be extended out to Alpha Centauri any way beyond. Numbers never stop, nor do primes, (although primes do grow scarcer. In fact, the percentage of primes per hundred drops as the inverse-logarithm of the ‘number of numbers’.

**Main Point here: I don’t care about any of that!**

Life is short and I’m thrilled to know and love the primes to 100. Hell, I bought ’em pizza, now they owe me, if I can find a quid-pro-quo./ JS

happierheathenSo, in essence, you’re saying that you’re now past your primes?

solberg73Post authorHaha. Happy to see you as the first to comment; of course the distant time-zone helps. Yes, I’ve had several surprisingly emotional re-evaluations in my primal number scream. I read so much tech stuff but always came away lamenting that the ‘real’ questions’ weren’t even asked.

Then this ‘floor-party’ metaphor suddenly made it concrete. It’s just a shoot-out with ‘divisibility-lasers’, nothing more.

Your comment does recall a Xanga post I did once on ‘Pasture-Prime’ brand meat-products for the elderly, collected from expired sell-by date stocks in supermarkets.

Oy, now I shall need a replacement mental-exercise challenge to ward off insomnia and incessant worrying at night. Back to palindromes? Nah, that pursuit died when I found out that AI programs were makin’ ’em 100X faster than I could. Last couple nights I’ve been ‘populating’ all my old school classrooms with the names and faces I once knew. But even that is do-able by a simple data-base and archives. Suggestions for a subject peculiarly ‘human-only’?

happierheathenWhen surfing my non-circadian wobbles, ever since I was just a kid, I design post-industrial isolated homesteads. It’s a human-only pursuit, but perhaps too macro and fanciful a thing for your needs.

solberg73Post authorA worthy candidate, only fanciful these days because I can’t even afford to build my next, octagonal, greenhouse, much less a more complex structure.Best of luck with your own rumored future Pod/ JS

promisesunshinename the spiders?

eleanorioNow that you’ve fed them pizza, the least they could do is help you move.

solberg73Post authorHelp me move? I’ve never in my life had a more inspiring and pastoral dwelling-place. Thinking of moving is as depressing a thought as…um.. as President Trump, ugh.

Anyway, the pizza was funded by Israel’s meagre retirement fund.. after paying through the nose for 25 years. Still, I do wish it was 1729 shekels a month. That’s be ‘an interesting number’. (Google it, or G.W. Hardy/Ramajuan (sp?).

solberg73Post authorI actually love and cherish folks like you, whose comments leave me baffled and mystified. I suspect that with due diligence I shall ‘aha’ determine what you meant. So ‘wait, don’t help me!’ I’ll be looking for arachnids under the bed.. until I give up. Thanks for the challenge/ JS

promisesunshine🙂 how long should I let you ponder meaning that wasn’t there?

comment was laced with concern for your difficulties and a wish for a real solution to them.

however, I think you could name your spiders and keep track with little effort. (unless you have no spiders, in which case pick a different bug and do same)

solberg73Post authorOk, possibly saved me hours of investigative work. Still, I suspect there *are* spiders here somewhere, if only as a subliminal cue,,,

somewittyhandleIt occurs to me that a rational (sic) way for me to reduce my meat intake, would be to eat only prime rib. Since a beast has 13 pairs of ribs, this means I would have to forego ribs #4, 6, 8, 9, 10, and 12.

It’s interesting you mention Trump. I believe Reagan was Pres on 3.11.83.

solberg73Post authorSearching for a mention of the Drumpf? Of course his spectre hangs over my every waking hour, like a putrefying carcass one hasn’t been able to locate and bury. The RNC, on which I blew a month’s surfing-budget, was a modern-times Kristall-Nacht. I’m wondering whether the UK ever saw a ‘pretender’ equally unfit? Late-term Chamberlain?

‘Prime Beef’ sounds like a rib-workaround. Sold in carefully-weighed packages up to 41 kilos, the only down-side is trying to allocate the contents evenly among the guests. I’m comforted, oddly, by the thought that even on the exo-planets , our frightful-looking ‘competition’ has the same dilemma. A common bond; perhaps one of the only ones! Seeing as how they speak through smell, ‘see’ sounds, and ‘hear’ mainly in the infra-red.

Like someone said: ‘Not only stranger than you thought, stranger than you can even imagine! Only hope I’ll survive to read all about it in the Daily Mail.

somewittyhandleYou mentioned Dump in your reply to EL.

I seem to remember being told not to eat composite meat, like corned beef.

solberg73Post authorRight you are, sharp-eyes. I got so used to base-16 (‘hex” in my days programming home-built machines, that for me Vitamin $B12 is 11X16 plus sixteen, plus two= 194 decimal.

Hmm.. at least your current series of connected musing is about sustenance,a topic unrivaled for its universality . My niche audience, if there be such, is most likely a mix of basement-dwellers and Fermat wanna-be-s. Tagging the post ‘primes’ didn’t seem to create a viral iland-swell. Perhaps I need to invoke Kultur-chic: the once well-known “Fifty-one est in tres partes divisabile” Might be a hit in ‘Latin’ America.