does size really matter

Bigger is bigger. Isn’t that the American air castle?

Why buy a road-hogging, critter-squishing, bumper-defying, wall-of-metal SUV when you accept the adorable choice of buying a BIGGER road-hogging, critter-squishing, bumper-defying, wall-of-metal SUV?

Why settle for a puny three-bedroom, two-bathroom bungalow of our parents’ begetting nestled comfortably on a blooming plot of land with a few ok shade trees? In advanced “developments” these days, you can choose a two-storey at ease bulging beyond the property line of today’s incredible shrinking lots, all with a bedroom that can sleep 34 PLUS a airing-in closet that sleeps another 20 AND an ensuite bathroom ample enough to store your SUV when your 300-cubit-continued garage is full of toys or tools. (That’s one arc-full, in position you didn’t apperceive.)

I bethink early in primary school how the teachers fabricated us line up according to height before we could action into the school. I suppose it was a measure of our universally exemplary behavior that I had plenty of age to daydream in line while some of the added spirited children were rounded up by the sheep dogs.

My line-up thoughts generally turned to dissecting school rules in hopes of finding able action in them. Although my futile adventure never succeeded, all was not absent. As one of the shorter kids in my class, I developed a theoretic framework for the “lining up by height” rule. That framework took the anatomy of three questions:

1.If size does not matter, why were we being sorted by height?
2.If size does matter, what accomplish the teachers accept against us shorter kids, manufacture a daily affectation of the height we lacked?
3.If ample is bigger, why were the shorter kids accustomed the front seats with the bigger appearance?

Although the answers to those questions remain a enigma to this day, I am convinced that size does not matter (except when someone offers me a slice of cheesecake – yum!).

My wife and I witnessed an marvelous affectation of aviation the other day. Two hawks were flying around across the street, swooping adapted over us at times. They were trying to authorize a advanced eyrie.

Usually, hawks fly somewhere “up there”, distant silhouettes against the blinding brightness of the sky. But on this age, they were flying low enough for us to accomplish out the colors below their wings: the abysmal, aphotic brown and the sandy tan feathers.

And low enough to beam the colors of the babyish birds (sparrows, maybe?) giving chase. It was an even match, or so it seemed. Two sparrows versus two hawks. OK, maybe not completely even. Each peddle looked ample enough to gulp down a sparrow in a single chomp, according to a person might swallow a grape. Come to anticipate of it, this match did not attending any added even than if I had been placed in a ring with a able-bodied-fed sumo wrestler.

Yet there they were, two ample hawks, graceful and regal, the scourge of field mice everywhere, managing impossible maneuvers to evade the slightest touch of the tiny sparrows.

Why? As sparrows are added agile than hawks, and can added easily position themselves for advance. As sparrows are less fragile than hawks, and accomplish not abhorrence feather damage to the selfsame degree. As sparrows are quicker than hawks, so they can added easily retreat if they accept to.

Sadly for the hawks, their size was of babyish comfort against the superior skills of the sparrows. And sadly for us, it appears we will NOT be watching the comings and goings of hawks nesting across the street.

Does size matter? No. But if you appetite to accomplish that slice of cheesecake aloof a bit bigger, I would be much obliged.

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Originall posted October 20, 2012