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This one’s kind of random and a bit silly, but it didn’t mentally connect the dots until recently. I’m flying to Cleveland to attend a conference on 06/06/06. (Cleveland rocks.)

Also, Princeton’s class of 2006 is graduating on 06/06/06.

Probably not a good day to graduate or fly if you are superstitious or overly religious. Otherwise, the date is meaningless. Although, it will probably be the root of way too many jokes over the next month.

Update: Well, it looks like the flight is only an hour and forty-five minutes, so we booked it for the 7th, making half of this post moot. Oh well.