I was watching a TV show the other night and had a thought which progressed into a night later and another show. The person on the first show was talking about a 360 degree action but for some reason, instead of picturing a circle, I thought about a calendar. Then it hit me, if a circle is 360 degrees, wouldn’t it make more sense if we have 360 days in a year? It would certainly simplify things. My partner argued with me that one is based on mathematics and the other on gregorian, phases of the moon and things like that. I came back with them both being based in science.
Then just a couple nights later, I was watching the weather and I went right back to the same simplification theory. They were talking about an EF4 tornado that hit earlier this week. It made me wonder why we basically use a 10 point scale for so many things but none of them are related. For example, the Enhanced Fujita Scale (EF) rates a tornado from 0 (little damage) to 5 (catastrophic damage). An earthquake’s damage is determined by the Richter magnitude scale. There’s not been a greater magnitude earthquake than 9.5 so you could say that we could probably use a 10 point scale and still be ok. If it’s more than 10, is it really necessary to say it was an 11? The damage will be so catastrophic that I don’t think it would really matter. Even the terror threat scale is based on 5 levels so is there really a need to have so many differentiating scales? Even when taking surveys, which every receipt that’s given these days has one, it’s based on a 10 point (or less) scale.
Maybe it’s time we simplified our lives a bit and started combining some things. I know I could use a few less things to remember. I think that’s just age though.
With so many Europeans begging the US to go metric, I wonder how this theory would fit with that. Hmmm.
But that’s not really true. I’m flipping through TV channels when I see U.S. Open. Oh, good, I love tennis. I’m so much better at watching it than playing it so I hit the button in the guide to take me to it. What’s this? Golf? No, no, no! I don’t like golf. I mean, it’s ok. I have nothing against it, I’m just not in to it. Now I’m disappointed. I think back to the days when I was a kid when my mom and I would watch Bjorn Borg, Martina Navratilova, Billie Jean King, John McEnroe and Andre Agassi. Mama bought us tennis rackets so that we could knock the ball around a bit on the weekends and get some exercise. But I continued to watch as I got older. I loved Martina Hingis and Jennifer Capriati. Then Amelie Mauresmo came along as did the Williams’ sisters, Andy Roddick and Nadal Rafael. I even went to a U.S. Open (Tennis) match in Flushing Meadows, NY one year when my partner got us tickets from a co-worker. It was awesome.
I’m sure Golf has its fans too. I see the final shots made on the news and see the hordes of people standing around so there is interest. So why not call them something different? There’s no Stanley Cup of Baseball or World Series Football.
I wonder who came first – Tennis or Golf? That’s who should hold the title of U.S. Open.
For today, since there’s no U.S. Open Tennis on, I’m stuck watching reruns of The Matrix while I do more, more, more edits to the book.
Have you ever gone into a store looking for something specific only to find that they don’t have it? You end up wandering around for a little while trying to find something else that you might need or want so that you can make a purchase. After awhile you decide there’s either nothing you can convince yourself to buy or you just don’t want to spend the money on non-sense so you decide to leave. As you approach the exit, you know that every security camera in the place has started to turn to focus in on you. You double-check to make sure you didn’t accidentally pick something up and forget that you were carrying it around. Nothing in your hands. You try to relax. You’ve done nothing wrong, yet you feel the guilt grow and know that you have no reason to be guilty so you try even harder to not look guilty. The closer you get to the door, the faster you walk, making a conscious effort to look side to side to see if there are security guards approaching but not wanting the cameras to pick up on your suspicious movements. You reach into your pocket or purse, pull out the car keys and hold them up in plain site to show that you aren’t stuffing anything away, you are just removing your keys. As the auto doors open, you cross the threshold and exhale. A smile appears on your face as if you’ve gotten away with something but there’s nothing to be gained. You hop into your car and head to the next place on your list to find the ever elusive item you’re in search of.