Just wanted to point out how huge the Sun is. That’s all.
Me playing slide guitar in front of a bonfire. Photography by Ben Gilliom.
Indiana is hot today â€“ really hot â€“ maybe a record setter. News outlets are saying that in Colorado wild fires are crawling across mountains and consuming neighborhoods. The heat and fires have me thinking about something I often think about: how big and hot the Sun has to be for it to be this hot and bright here on Earth.
Being a country boy, I’ve attended a fair number of bonfires. Some of them have featured quite enormous, roaring fires. Yet, no matter how big the fires have been, the heat and light quickly drop off just yards away and the night remains dark, cold, and unaffected.
I haven’t measured this myself, but I’m told that on average the Earth orbits somewhere around 92,960,000 miles from the Sun. That’s a long way away (approximately 1 astronomical unit). The Sun is so far away that it takes about 8 minutes for the Sun’s light (which coincidentally travels at the speed of light 299,792,458 miles/second) to reach us here on Earth. So compared to the bonfires I’ve seen, I think about how big that burning ball of fire we call the Sun must be for it to be this hot and light out here. Amazing.
Even more amazing: compared to other stars in the Universe, the Sun isn’t even a very big star.
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What is the proper way to use these common every day measurement terms?
There doesnâ€™t seem to be definitive consensus on the matter of the proper way to use the terms height (H), width (W), depth (D), and length (L) when describing the dimensions of things. Usually we are left to sort out which dimension each term is describing on a per object basis. This is stupid.
A Real World Problem
I need cases for my studio monitors. Touring is not very friendly to delicate reference speakers, so proper cases are kind of important. Since the manufacturer of these particular monitors does not make cases, I had to look to other manufacturers for appropriately sized cases. In the specifications for the monitors the manufacturer lists their product in H x W X D dimensions. Thatâ€™s fine, but one case manufacturer lists their product in H x L x W. Another manufacturer lists their cases in H x L x D. That makes immediate identification of a properly sized case a bit difficult. The fact that some manufacturers list their products in imperial measures while others use the metric system complicates things too, but Iâ€™ll save that for another day.
Isnâ€™t it funny that we donâ€™t have standardized language for something as common as measuring the size of things? To be clear, this isnâ€™t necessarily a science problem, but a linguistic problem. Science has created a variety of coordinate systems to make sure we send rockets in the right direction, but for every day use we donâ€™t have a standard system of common words. I love the English language, but it is rife with deficiencies. Donâ€™t get me started on the lack of a â€œgrammatically correctâ€ gender-neutral third person singular pronoun. Grammarians, if youâ€™re reading this, stop complaining about the misuse of â€œtheyâ€ and SOLVE THE PROBLEM.
Back to dimensions.
A Plan of Action
In most cases, an objectâ€™s dimensions can be described using Cartesian, cylindrical, or spherical coordinate systems with words we already know and love. If an object is roughly boxâ€“shaped, orient the object so youâ€™re looking directly at itâ€™s forward-facing orientation and describe it as if youâ€™re looking at it from the â€œfront.â€ This means youâ€™ll have to determine which side is the front. Most things have one. If your object doesnâ€™t, then itâ€™s probably not useful and should be recycled. (Kidding.) For example, studio monitors are useful because their front side houses speakers which emit sound.
H x W x D
Using Height, Width, and Depth (in that order), make your measurements. Roughly 3 out of 4 objects in this world can be described this way.
- Width = X-axis (left to right) derived from wide
- Height* = Y-axis (bottom to top) derived from high
- Depth = Z-axis (front to back) derived from deep
H x W x L
If an object is really long in one dimension but still boxy (e.g. lumber, french fries), use Length (L) instead of Depth. The word â€œlengthâ€ comes from the word â€œlong.â€
- Length = the long side of an object
D/R/C x L
If an object is long but round instead of boxy (e.g. guitar cable, baseball bat, spaghetti), use Diameter (D), Radius (R), or Circumference (C) (usually in that order of preference) and Length. If itâ€™s something like a drinking glass or flag pole, use H x D/R/C.
- Diameter = the width of the widest distance across a circle
- Radius = distance from the center to the edge of a circle
- Circumference = the length of the edge of a circle if it was stretched out into a straight line
The Ball Method
If an object doesnâ€™t have any boxy sides and is mostly round like a ball, use the Ball Method. Describe your object by choosing a ball thatâ€™s roughly the same size. Hail and cancer are the most common things to be measured this way, but itâ€™s used for all sorts of things. They are good because they are self-explanatory. Here are some of the most common sizes. Pick one.
- The tip of a ballpoint pen
- A pencil eraser
- No bigger than the tip of your pinky finger
- A golf ball
- A baseball
- A softball
- A basketball
- A watermelon
- A medicine ball
- One of those cages they do motorcycle stunts in
- The shiny silver thing in Chicago that looks like the ship from Flight of the Navigator
- That space ball ride at Epcot
- The Moon
- Your mom
Now for the sake of progress, can we all agree on this and get back to doing whatever it was we were doing before we had to sort this out? Good. Glad we worked through it.
* The Word Nazis tell us that the word â€˜heightâ€™ doesnâ€™t have a -th on the end of it, but it should, if we follow logical convention. Can we at least downgrade it from grammatical sin? From now on, if you say, â€œheighth,â€ I say, â€œHow high?â€
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On the morning of August 29th, I (along with the help of fellow musician Katie Nelson) played music for the good people of Lakewood Baptist Church in Lakewood, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland. We set up outdoors on their east lawn as part of their final al fresco service of the summer. The weather was […]
On the morning of August 29th, I (along with the help of fellow musician Katie Nelson) played music for the good people of Lakewood Baptist Church in Lakewood, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland. We set up outdoors on their east lawn as part of their final al fresco service of the summer. The weather was perfect (I was able to remain the shade the entire time) and we sang and played well, which from my perspective made the entire experience enjoyable.
During the portions of the service in which Katie and I were not playing, we sat off to the side of the makeshift stage area with our backs against the stone wall of the church. As we listened to various readings and other musicians playing, we noticed a young man walking by on the sidewalk, mere feet from the congregants in attendance that morning. As he passed, I noticed (amongst other things) a paperback conspicuously poking out of the back pocket of his jeans – a tell tale sign of belonging to a particular faction of the now burgeoning hipster scene. I leaned over to ask Katie if she had noticed this small detail. She replied with the even more insightful observation she had made; that as this young man had passed, he had swiftly, and without losing step, swiped a pen from a table sitting next to the sidewalk. Though he did this in full view of the entire congregation, no one seemed to notice.
â€œThe audacity!â€ I exclaimed in my head. â€œHow dare he? Stealing! â€¦and from a church! â€¦and in front of so many people! What gall!â€ Inside I could feel my well-developed sense of justice rising up. I contemplated hurrying after him to correct this problem, but decided the scene would cause too much distraction since I was sitting in front of everyone. Instead, I quietly sat there and worked through a logical progression of thoughts.
- Calm down. Itâ€™s just a pen. No big deal.
- But itâ€™s the principle of it all! Stealing is wrong.
- Maybe he has nothing. I hope he stole because he needed it, not just because he wanted it.
- How ironic though that he would steal from a group that would have given it to him had he simply asked. If he really needed a pen, anyone of us would have handed him a large supply of pens without reservation.
- Why would he steal from a church? There must be more to the story. Maybe this was a small statement of his perspective. Maybe he thinks that the church steals from people (a common and sometimes justified belief) and that he was simply playing his part as Robin Hood in this sad story.
The plot thickened in my imagination. â€œOh well. Let it go,â€ I thought as I attempted to refocus my mind on the morningâ€™s service and itâ€™s over-arching themes of orphanhood, abandonment and adoption. (Apropos topics in hind sight.) Still, as I tried to engage myself completely, my mind wandered back to the possibilities of the young manâ€™s motives.
A quote came to mind that I had read just a few days prior. The late comedian George Carlin once said:
I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a guy nailed to two pieces of wood.
I mulled over that quote, weighing its humorous pithiness, poignancy, and pride against its subtext of angst, antagonism, and atheism. Knowing that all comedy is rooted in tragedy, I wondered of the origins of this one-liner. How had it been given birth via the life of its author? What were the “causes” of this “effect?” What did Carlin experience to arrive at a belief like this? Was this young thief on the streets of Cleveland living out a similar experience?
Again, I thought, â€œOh wellâ€ and pushed the subject from my mind. The service finished with three songs performed by Katie and me, followed by a pizza lunch on the lawn. With the almost-noon sun moving over head, the shade was disappearing quickly, so as most everyone ate pizza and chatted with each other, I hurried to wrap cables and box up equipment. While I worked, a friend was kind enough to reserve an entire pizza for me. After packing away all the gear, I sat down again in the shade of the stone church to eat a few slices, when suddenly I noticed the young thief coming down the sidewalk again. This time with his shirt off and skateboard under his arm.
I was surprised to see him return, but remembered that oft repeated maxim: â€œA criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.â€ For whatever reason, the young man had returned and immediately I thought I should offer him some pizza, but Katie jumped first. â€œNice shoes!â€ she yelled to him. He stopped and looked to see who had complimented his bright blues and yellow kicks, then he approached us. â€œThanks. Theyâ€™re pretty fresh arenâ€™t they? My mom gave them to me.â€ We talked about shoes for a little bit, then I offered him a slice of pizza. He declined when he found out it had pepperoni on it. â€œHe might be a vegetarian,â€ I deduced. I wished that I had something that fit his diet, but all I had was a pizza that generously had been given to me. Katie offered him some gluten-free cheese ravioli she had brought along. He accepted with a manner of indirect thank you accompanied by earnest looks and head nods saying, â€œYeah, itâ€™s all about generosity.â€
Unfortunately, after a few sentences I was pulled into another conversation with some other folks, but I kept my ear perked on the conversation that continued between Katie and the young thief. He expressed his belief that â€œeveryone should share together,â€ but that â€œthe world and everybody just wants money.â€ His take on the local farmerâ€™s market (an incredible market, which has some of the most affordable produce Iâ€™ve ever seen) was that the marketers are â€œjust trying to take peopleâ€™s moneyâ€ and that â€œpeople should share food or offer food at a modest prices.â€ He talked about music, books, people, and church all with the same skeptical-about-everything-but-we-got-to-share-and-one-love-is-it-man sort of view. The irony of his thievery just moments earlier was not lost on me. I could tell that he had some deeply rooted anger, a very suspect anti-capitalist worldview, and plenty of sophomoric pride in his reading list.
As he turned to leave, he jabbed at Katie, â€œNose rings arenâ€™t very churchy.â€ Katie responded with honest sentiments about her experience with churches, describing religious people, the Jesus she knew, and the difference between the two. When Katie said, â€œI really love Jesus,â€ the young man agreed that he really liked Jesus too and added, â€œHe is in my top ten people of all time.â€ Katie asked who else made it onto his top ten people list. He reiterated Jesus and mentioned a few authors before tagging on George Carlin to finished the list. I nearly laughed out loud. I wanted to point out, â€œThatâ€™s like saying your favorite books are Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl and Mein Campf.â€ I couldâ€™ve drawn a Venn diagram to show him the concept of mutual exclusivity, but recognized that rationality was not the impetus at work. He was a wounded boy striking back at a world that had brought him pain.
A Mutually Exclusive Venn Diagram
I dug deeper, â€œWhere are you from?â€ He launched into a story about being born in Virginia, moving to Ohio at a young age, being drug to Detroit by his ex-minister mother chasing after â€œlove for her boyfriend or whatever that whole thing is.â€ He returned to Cleveland when his girlfriend parted ways with him. Now heâ€™s sleeping on a couch at the boarding house where his mother is staying. Katie saw that he was carrying a portable CD player and asked him if he wanted some CDs. â€œSure! I love music,â€ he said. â€œIâ€™ll probably just burn the tracks and then sell the CDs â€™cause I need the money, you know. I gotta survive.â€ Katie gave him two of her albums as well as two of mine. He expressed his gratitude to us again with another obscure type of thank you and then left.
We spent much of that afternoon walking around town with some good friends. As we popped in and out of little shops, cafes, and novelty stores, the odd events of that morning came up in our discussion. We verbally processed the theft and subsequent conversation that took place, touching on the possible roots of such problems before moving on to lighter topics like â€œWhich shop should we go to next?,â€ â€œDo we need to feed the meter?,â€ and â€œWhat do you want for dinner?â€ Towards the end of the day we found ourselves walking along the path of a local park just in time to catch the reddish-orange sun slowly sinking into Lake Erie. We paused for a moment to enjoy the scene before deciding itâ€™s best to head â€œhomeâ€ before dark in an unfamiliar town.
The path out of the park took us directly past a skate park. I scanned the crowd of young guys skating there wondering if the young man we had met earlier was among the dozens enjoying this extremely nice skate park, one of the many perks paid for by the hard work of the local â€œcapitalist pigs.â€ I didnâ€™t spot him, so we continued on. Just as we reached the street, I was surprised to see our friend the thief making a last second dash through the busy intersection to beat traffic. Since he had not seen us yet and knowing that he probably gets hassled a lot for skating, I jokingly yelled to him, â€œNo running!â€ He turned to see who was reprimanding him this time and smiled when he recognized us.
â€œHey! I listened to your CDs and thatâ€™s some really good stuff,â€ he immediately offered. â€œI liked them a lot. I burned them and took them down to the exchange already â€™cause I need the money. Gotta survive. They only gave me two bucks though for all four of them â€™cause they said that you werenâ€™t popular.â€ Though severely lacking tact, I had to admire his honesty. Most musicians might run away crying after such a frank assessment, but we grinned and said, â€œThatâ€™s fine man. Weâ€™re not really famous, so itâ€™s not a surprise.â€
He then offered his assessment of the music: â€œIt just goes to show that God helps those who help themselves.â€ Iâ€™m sure I gave him a funny look when he said that, because Iâ€™m not really sure how he arrived at that conclusion. How could anyone boil down four albums of songs to such a singular and contrary thought? (But then again, how could Carlin boil down the entire discussion of Christianity to logo choice?) I concluded that either our young friend did not actually listen, or though he did listen, he was so wounded that he could not hear. Then again, maybe what happened was a phenomenon similar to what the Beastie Boys experienced with their song â€œ(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (to Party!).â€ A tongue-in-cheek satire of frat boy meatheadiness became the anthem of meatheaded frat boys everywhere.
Make of it what you will.
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