The Number 47
As long as I can remember, 47 has been my favorite number, though I never had any particular reason to be drawn to it. There are now 47 posts on this blog. When I pair that fact with the bit of synchronicity from last week, I realize that the universe has informed me that it is time to write a tribute to the mystery of 47.
I’ve heard of other numbers having followers. I’ve heard there are many people who believe that seeing 11:11 means that the universe is trying to reveal something. I found that idea very fascinating for a while, but I think the universe must not have anything very special to tell me just yet, since I never randomly look up and see elevens anywhere. I know several people whose favorite number is 7. Others pick 13, just to buck the system. But 47?! 47 is my number, I’d always felt it was unique. Not so much.
Cruising the internet last week, I came across a link to Awkward Family Photos. As I was giggling my way through the pages of the album, I saw that 47 apparently is an awkward number. I had to read the comments on that one. They pointed me to the 47 Society’s webpage. Disappointingly, it appears to be inactive, but I was intrigued, and kept researching.
According to the Ponoma College website, “In 1964, Professor of Mathematics Donald Bentley proved that all numbers are equal to 47.” I feel so vindicated, because that’s exactly how I use it! Now I’ll know I’m not really exaggerating, as 47 is accurate at all times.
Furthermore, the fascination with the number 47 infected the Star Trek universe. The number 47 has featured prominently in episodes from The Next Generation’s fourth season forward, because of writer Joe Menosky. He is a Ponoma graduate, and wrote for TNG, Deep Space Nine and Voyager. The inclusion of 47 in these series has been tracked obsessively. Rick Berman was a fellow writer during some of these episodes, and joked about the inclusion, “47 is 42, corrected for inflation.” Squee! A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy reference wrapped up in a shiny Star Trek coating!
I really wonder now if my subconscious got some programming from watching so much Star Trek, or if it’s truly just coincidental. Will I turn into this guy?
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I’m going to keep my eyes peeled for 47s now. I’ve never noticed them.
I’ve always been really fond of the number 8.
I’ve always liked the numbers three and seventeen but that’s because I was born on 3/17. I’m a simple kind of man. Three is all over the damn place. Seventeen? Not so often, really. The 47 thing is intriguing, though.
From the first day I met her, LG used 47 for her anynumber, consistently. It can be the arbitrarily large number or it can be the nonspecific grouping. Either way, 47 gets the point across to me quite well.
I suppose that I use 16 and 9, though I don’t really take note of numbers all that much.
I just found your blog! Fear me!! Bwahahahaha!
I might just use that brown sugar cookie recipe. Of course I’m trying to be on a diet, which is why it looks so yummy and such a good idea to make cookies.
I don’t have a favorite number. For me, all the basic numbers (1–12) are linked indelibly with color and personality. That’s probably from how they were presented to me as a kindergartener. One is white and a boy and friendly and two is yellow and a bit tomboyish (a girl). Three is a very girlish girl and red while four is an overactive boy (and green). I’ve never asked if anyone else sees/thinks of numbers in that way. It’s a pathetic fallacy, I guess. I recently discovered the meaning of “pathetic fallacy” and have been amused to find it all over the place.
Obviously, I don’t take it very seriously, but I do think it’s interesting that some people have numbers they identify with. Humans are weird.
Also, hi Gamebird! I’m amazed you were able to navigate the confusing maze that was clicking a link labeled “My Website.” Nice Internet-fu, there.