Second

A second is one-sixtieth of a minute.

It's the smallest unit of time which most people ever talk about.

»Just a second.« they will say, or »Give me another five seconds.«

Of course, their time-keeping is rarely accurate. It's not that they are dishonest in what they say. They're just inept at estimating time.

Or they have fallen prey to the easy phrase rather than saying what they really mean.

In many sports, time is measured to a fraction of a second. Downhill skiing, for instance.

just what is a second? who decided how long a second should be? why did i always miss something by a couple seconds? why are comercials about 30 seconds long? i hate pants.

Second, Hainsley should not be entrusted with calibrating the Karch-Forenz Device simply because during his first assignment out of this office he mistook a wrift wrench for a wench wrench (a heedless, beginner's error) and subsequently reversed the effluent flow from the IBC field back into the primary scalding junction where several socket-welded flanges failed and allowed pressure inside the Lola 1010 (the »new« one acquired from Team Hoopa last year which Garver had already dropped once on the loading dock, denting the fence attachment) to greater than 400 p.s.i., thereby causing the central bellows to explode, obliterating the machine itself and demolishing the east wall of the facilty (a stud bolt from the Lola was found lodged in the Safety Shed door, over 200 yards away).

how you would live you're life differently, if you only had 60 of these things left just once..

every second counts this is not a rehearsal life is now now......

If we could move in the fourth dimension, would a second still matter?

The second time he emailed me, I thought he was a freak. He was already professing his love for me and saying that I should travel over 3000 miles across the United States to visit him. He said I could live in his tiny little studio with him.

By the second phonecall, I was in love as well. His apartment isn't as small as I thought.

Every second counts. Ah, so that's what I've heard thudding in my ears at dawn. Funny, I thought at first it was heart beats.