So, you may well ask, why should I
devote a column to the metric system when I should be writing about boats? The
answer is simple. Most people who like
to read about boats don’t necessarily want to read about boats only. Sometimes they also want to read about beer
or sex or other interests that engage their active minds, including the metric
system.
It so happens that I have had years
of experience explaining the metric system to newspaper readers, in a biased
sort of way. I make no bones about
it. I don’t like it, and as a columnist
I tried to get it banned. I was not successful and that did not make me
happy. I still harbor a grudge against
the authorities, the governments and scientific bodies, who thwarted my gallant
efforts.
Nevertheless, and I say this with a
heavy heart, there are occasions when the intricacies of the metric system need
to be translated for the benefit of Americans who have so far avoided
contamination by this frivolous method of measuring one thing against another.
So here, for the benefit of those
who are luckily not conversant with Le
Système International d’Unités , are a few sample conversions that will
explain why I spent all that time and effort trying to stamp it out:
Ø 1 Mainsail foot = 5 metric toes
Ø 1 Yardarm = 3 footarms
Ø
1 Backyard = 36 back inches
Ø
1,000 Catalina 30s = 30 megayachts
Ø
1 Inchworm = 2.54 centipedes
Ø
8 Dry pints = 1 parched gallon
Ø
1 Microchip = 2/3 French fry
Ø
1 Foot pound = 16 kilosandals
Ø
1 Lady Giga = 0.5 tinaturners
Ø
1 Fluid Oz = 6 sober Poms
Ø
1,000 painful rpm = 1 hertz-like-crazy
Ø 454 Grams = One pound of grampas
And for the benefit of those of you
who are wondering if I’m off my meds again, let me say no, I’m not. It’s the hot weather. And the beer. And the
stupid metric system.
Today’s
Thought
We have
become a people unable to comprehend the technology we invent.— Association of American Colleges, Integrity in the College Curriculum, NY Times, 11 Feb 85
Tailpiece
“You really have an outstanding intellect,” the lawyer told the witness in a fit of
sarcastic exasperation.“I’m sorry I’m under oath,” replied the witness, “otherwise I’d say the same for you.”
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