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Thirty? King Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011.

Another Sunday, another top five. Today, Five Things That You May Not Know About The Number 30!

  • 30 is the sum of the first four squares, which makes it a square pyramidal number!

  • 30 is the total number of major and minor keys in Western tonal music, including enharmonic equivalents!

  • French existentialist bore Albert Camus argued in The Myth Of Sisyphus that the age of thirty represents a critical period in life, for at that age humans gain a fresh awareness of the meaning of time!

  • The atomic number of zinc is 30!

  • The Thirty Years' War - fought between 1618 and 1648 - lasted for [you guessed it) THIRTY years!
  • Comments

    Roddy said…
    You didn't waste your time at Uni, did you? I didn't know any of that.
    If I did why would I want to remember it.
    We are off to Townsville and then Cairns. All in Queensland.

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