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Thursday, December 11, 2003

Ever wonder why are there exactly 5,280 feet to a mile?
I mean, why not a nice, round number like 5,000, or even
5,500?

The measurement known as a mile is a vestige of the Roman
Empire's rule over Britain. At this time, the Romans had a
measurement known as mille pasuum (ME-lay PA-soo-em), or a
thousand paces. A pace comprised five, possibly sandal shod,
Roman feet. Using a simple mathematical calculation, we arrive
at 5,000 feet per mile.

The demise of the Roman Empire left the Britons in a quandary.
They now had a mile, consisting of 5,000 feet, and their own
agricultural measurement, the furlong, used to measure the
farmers' fields for the purpose of property deeds, etc.
Instead of using the Roman foot in calculating the measure
of a furlong, they used the distance a horse could pull a
plow, in a linear fashion, before the nag needed a nap.
They agreed that this measurement consisted 660 feet.

Now came the dilemma. The British wished to marry the furlong
to the mile, but, as they wanted a mile to comprise eight
furlongs, totaling 5,280 feet, instead of the Roman 5,000 feet
per mile, they had no choice but to select one of the two.
Not surprisingly, they chose their measurement over the Roman
measurement because, as property deeds at the time were
measured in furlongs, or 660 feet, a change to the Roman
measurement would short the farmer or landowner.

Monday, December 01, 2003

Widdle Wabbits

A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"

As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"

She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice,
"I don't think my pet python weally gives a thit."