The metre, or meter (American spelling), (from the Greek noun μέτρον, "measure") is the base unit of length in the International System of Units (SI). The SI unit symbol is m. The metre is defined as the distance travelled by light in a specific fraction (1/299 792 458) of a second.
The metre was originally defined in 1793 as one ten-millionth of the distance from the equator to the North Pole. In 1889, it was redefined in terms of a prototype metre bar (the actual bar used was subsequently changed twice). In 1960, the metre was redefined in terms of a certain number of wavelengths of a certain emission line of krypton-86. In 1983, the current definition was adopted.
The imperial inch is defined as 0.0254 metres (2.54 centimetres or 25.4 millimetres). One metre is about 3 3⁄8 inches longer than a yard, i.e. about 39 3⁄8 inches.
Metre is the standard spelling of the metric unit for length in all English-speaking nations except the USA, which uses meter.
Measuring devices (such as ammeter, speedometer) are spelled "-meter" in all countries. The word "meter", signifying any such device, has the same derivation as the word "metre", denoting the unit of length.
The 200 metres (also spelled 200 meters) is a sprint running event. On an outdoor 400 m track, the race begins on the curve and ends on the home straight, so a combination of techniques are needed to successfully run the race. A slightly shorter race, called the stadion and run on a straight track, was the first recorded event at the ancient Olympic Games. The 200 m places more emphasis on speed endurance than shorter sprint distances as athletes rely on different energy systems during the longer sprint.
In the United States and elsewhere, athletes previously ran the 220-yard dash (201.168 m) instead of the 200 m (218.723 yards), though the distance is now obsolete. The standard adjustment used for the conversion from times recorded over 220 yards to 200 m times is to subtract 0.1 seconds, but other conversion methods exist.
The 80 meter or 3.5 MHz band is a band of radio frequencies allocated for amateur radio use, from 3.5 to 4.0 MHz in IARU Region 2, and generally 3.5 to 3.8 or 3.9 MHz in Regions 1 and 3 respectively. The portion of the band used for phone (voice) communications is sometimes referred to as 75 meters.
80 meters is the most popular band for regional communications networks through the late afternoon and night time hours. It is usually reliable for short to medium distance contacts, with average distances ranging from local contacts within 200 miles/300 km out to a distance of 1,000 miles/1,600 km or more, depending on atmospheric and ionospheric conditions.
The 80 meter band is favored for ragchews between amateurs within a range of 500 miles/800 km. During contests the band is filled with activity beginning before sunset and continuing all through the night. The 80-meter band begins at 3.5 MHz and goes up to 4.0 MHz. The upper part of the band, mostly used for voice, is often referred to as 75 meters, since the wavelength there is between 80 and 75 meters.
[Felix] Life is blurry At 4 AM our wheels be in a scurry With the sun a-rising and the moon a-falling As my [...] The early risers chattering off of plenty of insight It's this type of morning that could keep my hair curly Cause no city sleeps, life is pulsing through the streets Like the blood within your veins, you can always hear the heartbeat Parts weave parts as they propel me 'cross the concrete Maps and charts are stowed away under my seat
Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know
Life is blurry See everybody moves in such a hurry With the flurry of activity in the morning on the worry See we all wait to work, and we all work to move And it gets to be a hassle but money makes the groove Every 10 AM I'm called to a side street Open up the door because he's got black cane and white feet The cane steadies one foot and both down the stairs His wife beside him too, you can count the white hairs Inside it's off to church, these two are dressed lavish I don't ask why, I don't know, it's not Sabbath They leave not a tip at the end of the trip I leave swift with my Crown Vic, doing that hop-skip Dayshift passed on a second Filling out the lunch breaks and grocery store presents Peasants are broke, and rich people got the goods I drive 'em all the way to the woods, as I should
Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know
Life is blurry At rush hour the traffic here is taking its slurry time Is money and these people always worry Suitcase, groceries, babies, and bags Later on it gets to feeling like more than a drag My hubcaps came off, I didn't even notice Not that it matters, my yellow paint is the focus At a cab stand, getting no fares, it's bogus Works out for most, so we pan out like locusts Nobody but dispatch can understand the scene The sun falls, and street lights are backed by moon beams I was just told about the end of a dream One of my friends just couldn't control his machine Nap at stoplights, and move on with change Taxi cab confessions, every time feels strange So many people, all playing such games So many fares that [...] the range
Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know