We were making an appointment last week. They suggested Wednesday, the 6th of April for it. That was fine as far as I could tell. But it was nagging at me that April 6th was something. Well, sure it’s something. Everything is something if you look at it enough. But what?
I mean, there’s the obvious things: the 6th of April, 1453, was the day when Mehmed II besieged Constantinople to bring to an end the Byzantine Empire. (Someone should check how that’s turned out. I bet Mehmed would feel ridiculous if he’s still besieging and the Byzantine Empire fell in, like, 1922 or something.) And it was the start of Mohandas Gandhi’s famous Salt Satyagraha, in 1930. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t any of that. Wikipedia’s only of limited help. It was when the United States officially jumped in to World War I, I guess, and it was the date celluloid was patented (different years). And it’s the day that Nicolas Chamfort, the French author and playwright I never heard of, was born in 1741. It’s the day that Basil of Trebizond died, although since he died in 1340 his family can’t realistically be expecting me to send a condolence note. I never heard of him either and I’m kind of shaky on where Trebizond is anyway. My guess is somewhere east-ish of Hungary, probably near the Crimean Sea. Most places that have someone named Basil in them but you can’t place where are eastish of Hungary, probably near the Crimean Sea.
Anyway this all is going to drive me mad until I forget about it somewhere around 12:15.