It’s been a while since high school, when I could eat a whole pint of ice cream while waiting for my mom to get home, but I still get excited for Pi(e) Day. This year, 3.14 is particularly special because it’s 3.14.15 — the first five digits of Pi. To celebrate this holiest of holy days, I decided to eat my way across Brooklyn, sampling all the pie I could.
For approximately π seconds, it seems like Evan Daniel Smith is lost. His dark eyebrows point down towards the almost empty page in front of him while he murmurs to himself. His narrowed eyes focus intently on the sequence of twelve tiny numbers he has etched in black ink: 972177528347. These seemingly random digits have been read aloud to him – a life raft in a sea of numbers. All he knows is this sequence could be anywhere in the first 10,000 digits of pi. Smith taps his pen. The page stares back at him, blankly.
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