Aha! I still read it. Yes. I do. Mr Spain IS infinately smarter, prolly more than Mrs. Cowan. Ugh. It's NATIONAL BREAST CANCER MONTH. Rawr. Pink Ribbons.
I shall translate it into the terms of the metric system of measurement, something you are very familiar with, no doubt.
Imagine a strip of paper five metres long. That's more than twice the height of Butler. These five metres represent five billion years.
At 4.6 billion years and 4.6 metres is the approximate point when the earth was born. Big bang and all that, happened quite a few more years prior, ect.
Now, imagine the most current, the very last millimetre on the strip of paper. ONE MILLIMETRE. That's one thousandth of one metre. That millimetre represents one million years. One fifth of that millimetre is 200,000 years, and 200,000 years ago is when something vaugely human-looking appeared on the earth.
We are so insignifigant.
Oh, by the way, I saw 'At Swim, Two Boys' at my bookstore. It looks like quite a hefty novel.
Thanks for that lo-down of geographer's time - does something interesting happen every metre or so? That's abotu how often I'd expect something to do with geology to happen.
At Swim, Two Boys is brilliant. Utterly, unspeakably brilliant. But it is a slog. A huge slog. I gave it to my best friend to read in May, and she gave it back to me on Thursday. She physically reads twice as fast as me, and I read faster than at least 90% of the population. But emotionally those 643 pages are hard to get through. The nature of how it's written makes it one of those books where it's perfectly alright to take a breather, because the story doesn't urge you on, because you're quite content about where it is at the present moment. But if you get a chance, read it. It really is a mind-boggling book, the style, writing, and characters are overwhelming. This is high, high praise.
SaraH! ::glomps:: at, least i hope it's sarah... oh, well, i've amde a new friend then! but non, it /is/ you! ya! i've found your little niche in cyber space, ain't ya'll proud of me? you know how i'll even get lost inside a brown paper map with a gps. but i found yours! ya! ok, enough excitement there. your story ideas sound très interesting, good luck ta ya. if Spain gives you extra credit, tell me! boy, do i need it. and yes brandon, mr. spain is smart. not just smart, inteligent. you know, too smart. but he's considerate about it, so that's good. ^_^ doesn't expect you to know everything he knows and is understanding when you didn't make a connection to something in a story we read to something in history, although abe usually knows it... -.-;; but he's u:ber cool, cuz he let me borrow his =warm= jacket when it was freezing. much like (the other) brandon gave me his long-sleeved shirt. ::feels loved:: ^_^ so what was i saying? uhm, ya. pretzles, i forgot. oh well. i'll see you tomorrow when i fail my vocab test in english ::dances
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by-the-by, you are /quite/ obssessed with aretmis fowl, aren't you? giving measurements in relation to butler, gee whiz. it's ok, i'm slightly obssessed with a few charatcers myself -^_^- ::blushies:: and YES THEY DO EXIST!!!!!! MY HOT VAMPIRES MUST EXIST! SO THERE! ::ahem:: ok. that's enough of me now. your suggestion of leather restraints today still sounds kooky, ifn even kinky o.0 what /were/ you thinking girl? i'll go with that comfy white jacket, thank you very much. ^_^ ok, bai!
It took me a while to find where in my livejournal I did that. Then I found it, so all is well. I just did that for Blue, because she is very familiar with Butler's height, just as I am. If I were giving a translation of geological time to someone who hasn't heard of Artemis Fowl, I wouldn't have included that bit.
As for the leather restraints, well, I would have suggested a straightjacket, but that word wasn't in my head at the time, so I improvised. Ms. Must-Hop-Around-Like-A-Tasmanian-Devil-Because-She-Has-A-4.1
...You borrowed Mr. Spain's jacket? . . . You'll get Teacher Germs.
eww no! lol, i borrowed abe's jacket, cuz he couldn't hear spain over my shivering. and of COURSE i must jump around like a turtle with fleas because i FREAKIN' PASSED ENGLISH!!! i honestly thought i had a D in his class, i think that was what my vocab test average so far was -^_^- i think the tests on the books and that short essay thing really bumped it up. anyways chica, it was nice improv, i would prefer leather than say thin wire, that would plain hurt. Well, have a swell week-end, and i'll see ya lundi!
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Incidently, what is geological time? Other than time measured by layers of sediment or something...
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I shall translate it into the terms of the metric system of measurement, something you are very familiar with, no doubt.
Imagine a strip of paper five metres long. That's more than twice the height of Butler. These five metres represent five billion years.
At 4.6 billion years and 4.6 metres is the approximate point when the earth was born. Big bang and all that, happened quite a few more years prior, ect.
Now, imagine the most current, the very last millimetre on the strip of paper. ONE MILLIMETRE. That's one thousandth of one metre. That millimetre represents one million years. One fifth of that millimetre is 200,000 years, and 200,000 years ago is when something vaugely human-looking appeared on the earth.
We are so insignifigant.
Oh, by the way, I saw 'At Swim, Two Boys' at my bookstore. It looks like quite a hefty novel.
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At Swim, Two Boys is brilliant. Utterly, unspeakably brilliant. But it is a slog. A huge slog. I gave it to my best friend to read in May, and she gave it back to me on Thursday. She physically reads twice as fast as me, and I read faster than at least 90% of the population. But emotionally those 643 pages are hard to get through. The nature of how it's written makes it one of those books where it's perfectly alright to take a breather, because the story doesn't urge you on, because you're quite content about where it is at the present moment. But if you get a chance, read it. It really is a mind-boggling book, the style, writing, and characters are overwhelming. This is high, high praise.
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It took me a while to find where in my livejournal I did that. Then I found it, so all is well. I just did that for Blue, because she is very familiar with Butler's height, just as I am. If I were giving a translation of geological time to someone who hasn't heard of Artemis Fowl, I wouldn't have included that bit.
As for the leather restraints, well, I would have suggested a straightjacket, but that word wasn't in my head at the time, so I improvised. Ms. Must-Hop-Around-Like-A-Tasmanian-Devil-Because-She-Has-A-4.1
...You borrowed Mr. Spain's jacket?
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You'll get Teacher Germs.
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