I’ve been gifted a steady stream of math clocks over the years, including a really transcendental one that has been in my dining room for quite a while. I didn’t realize how often I used it to check the time until my four-year-old broke the hands off one recent day. (“I wanted to see what happens when you bend them back and forth,” he explained, but I digress.)
The purpose of this blog is to document the *fix* for this failure that we developed together:
“What time is it?”, I inattentively asked myself as a kid came down the stairs this morning. Perfect answer!
Healthy Algorithms 