Happy August. Happy eighth month of the Julian Year!
The month of August got its name from the Roman emperor Augustus, who named the month after himself to celebrate, er, himself. The word august means admirable or reverential, and implies all things good – which is why Augustus, nee Octavius (the original eight man), re-named himself Augustus in the first place. Ol’ Octavius thought Augustus sounded cool. As indeed it is. The August flower is the poppy, and the birthstone for August is the onyx.
SOMETHING I 8
August is the eighth month! Eight: that’s two fours, or four twos. And eight is also eight ones – as all numbers are, by definition, simple multiples of the one. Now, ain’t that something? Anyhoo, eight, or huit, or ocho, is an even number, a very even number. Eight is two cubed: duality expressed in three dimensions. Eight represents order and stability. The eighth note completes the octave.
As always we await (sorry) the monthly post of Marina Kanavaki to see what she comes up with for August. Marina also salutes the numbers every month, so we figure (figure-eight?) she’ll come up with something beautiful for the eight. She always does.
I wrote about the eight last year, so consult Something I Eight for further number silliness. The only thing I’ll repeat here is that 8 was the late Yogi Berra’s uniform number. Good ‘ol Yogi. Yogi was loved by everyone and he was a helluva ballplayer. Also Joe Morgan wore number 8. Joe is still alive and kicking, still announcing baseball games the last I heard. Many traditions see the 8 as a good luck number. In the Jewish tradition there are eight days to Chanukah, and also Passover. Even after the seven days of Succoth, an eighth holiday day is added, Shmini Atzeret, Shmini meaning eighth. Eight is just a good solid number. Follow the Buddha’s Eight-Fold path to Nirvana. And keep your hands on the table. Thank you for your cooperation.
And here are two eight-wheeler songs to send you on your way. Both are characterized by a philosophy of sloth, lack of ambition, and overall having a good time. Hellbent and Whiskeybound is a Hank Williams Jr. song, and Roll In My Sweet Baby’s Arms is a traditional one.