Deca or DECA may refer to:
Deca- or deka- (symbol da) is a decimal unit prefix in the metric system, denoting a factor of ten. The term is derived from the Greek deka (δέκα), meaning "ten".
The prefix was a part of the original metric system in 1795. It is not in very common usage, although the decapascal is occasionally used by audiologists. The decanewton is also encountered occasionally, probably because it is an SI approximation of the kilogram-force. Its use is more common in Central Europe. In German, Polish (deka, deko), Czech, Slovak and Hungarian, deca is common (and used a word on its own always means decagram). A runway number typically indicates its heading in decadegrees.
Before the symbol as an SI prefix was standardized as "da" with the introduction of the International System of Units in 1960, various other symbols were more common, such as "dk" (f.e. in the UK and Austria), "D" (f.e. in Germany), and "Da". For syntactical reasons, the HP 48, 49, 50 series as well as the HP 39gII and Prime calculators use the unit prefix "D".
Deca is a cooperative of magazine writers co-owned and managed by its members. Their cooperative model is based on photo agencies like Magnum and NOOR. Each journalist reports and writes independently but stories are edited and promoted collectively. Their writers are based all over the world, including Rome, London, Shanghai, Barcelona, Beirut, Abu Dhabi, Los Angeles, New York, Seattle, and Washington, D.C. Collectively, they have reported from more than 90 countries and every continent but Antarctica. Deca's tagline is "The world, firsthand." They offer a subscription service to their stories as well as an iOS app, with an Android app in development. Readers can also purchase the stories for download as Kindle singles on Amazon.com.
Deca launched in June 2014 with the story "And The City Swallowed Them" by Mara Hvistendahl and a Kickstarter campaign that raised $32,627.
"And The City Swallowed Them" is Deca's debut story, written by Mara Hvistendahl, published in June, 2014. It is a true crime nonfiction story about the murder of 22-year-old model Diana O'brien in Shanghai on July 6, 2008 based on dozens of interviews with investigators, models, and both the victim's and the convicted murderer's families. The short book touches on issues of urbanization, migration and underground economies, anchored by the narrative of the lives of the Diana O'Brien and her murderer. The Wall Street Journal, China Real Time blog wrote about the book: "And The City Swallowed Them looks at the world that brought two different kinds of newcomers together—foreigners, including young models fighting for emerging opportunities in high fashion, and China’s own migrants, including those traveling from poor villages who were willing to go to desperate measures to scrape together their own living.” Hvistendahl is the author of Unnatural Selection: Choosing Boys Over Girls, and the Consequences of a World Full of Men.
[DECA:]
Mouth full of golds, Js on my toes
Creep by your block then put the pedal to the floor
I love to ride slow, I open up my door
You see me grilling at you through a cloud full of smoke
I fired up the dro, I'm trying not to choke
I take another drag, and out I let it blow
My day full of stress so I gotta get throed
I stack a lot of dough, I fuck a lot of hoes
I got a 45, I tuck it in my clothes
I got a 44, I sit it my my door
Or in between the seats when I'm riding down the road
I got a 47, I keep it real close
I hold up my girbauds, I walk up in the store
"Ali I need a fit mane, tonight I got a show"
I break up marijuana while I'm sitting on the porch
I'm blowing out the smoke, I found another pope
I'm posted in the Murk, on Harrison I lurk
My car where I serve, the park where I swerve
I work a 9 until whenever trying to get off work
I'm lighting up the erb, to calm down my nerves
I start to write a verse, the ashes on my shirt
My pen is getting heavy cause I'm sipping on the purp
My eyes getting lazy and my legs is starting to hurt
But I don't go to sleep until I hear the fucking birds
Cause man I gotta eat, I lick my fingers and I burp
With this rap shit I'm a bubble, I'm about to burst
I love my homies, I just wanna get us off the curb