Efficiency part 1

Efficiency is defined as the desired result divided by the required input. When these two things can be quantified with the same units, (typically energy,) efficiency can be descibed as a percentage from 0 to 100 % or as a decimal from 0 to 1. I think about my daily life in terms of maximizing efficiency, wih mixed results. For instance, when I'm riding my bicycle and I notice or think I notice that the chain is a little dry, I imagine that the energy, which is supposed to be exiting my legs muscles via the pedals, running along the chain, around the sproket and through the wheel into the ground, is being partly lost. I imagine I can see it as red mists of loss wafting off that rusty chain, wastefully increasing entropy and failing to help move me toward my destination. It doesn't take long before the W-D 40 comes out storage.

Other times an efficiency mentality can be frustrating. My wife used to, (the reason for the tense will soon become aparent) ask me simply to sit by her when she was filling sick or down. No, what she'd actually ask me was to "Be with" her. So I would. I would sit by her on the couch and "be." Then my brain would start to itch. How, I would wonder, is this even possible? In exchange for me doing nothing, my wife's comfort will be gained. Now, I know I'm not covering ground that hasn't been picked clean by countless authors and social scientists who've studied and written about the differences between men and women, but I think the efficiency mindset adds a new dimension to why I suck at "being" with my wife,

Let's go back to the definition of efficiency. At the top of our fraction we have desired output, in this case, my wife's feeling better. This may not be measureable directly but there definately is an observable difference in terms of energy between my comforted wife and my uncomforted wide. There is something, in short, at the top of the fraction. At the bottom, the input required of me is . . . Nothing. Well, nothing beyond what my body would be doing if I were sleeping or watching TV or being anesthetized. That means my wife, and by extension me, are getting something for nothing.

"Great," say most people, "That's the American Dream."

"It's not nothing," say the economists, "Your required input is giving up whatever else you were going to do."

"The energy comes from her," say the chemists, "You're just acting as a catalyst."

Baloney, I say. Nothing is free, and all real processes require more energy than they give up. So most people aren't helping. To the economist I say, well what if I would have watched TV? That's still nothing. To the chemist I say . . . chemistry is stupid and you're a fartface.

So there I am, "being" with my wife, and thinking about this zero in my efficiency denominator, watching my result approach infinity when it's impssible for it to be greater than or equal to one and I'm almost to the point of screaming. "Confound it, woman! There are a million things I can actually do for you and you're insisting on perpetually motion, which is something I've spent several years paying people for the privelege of proving to them that I know how impossible it is. Be with you to make you feel better? What ridiculous magic system is that supposed to be?"

Nowadays we just watch T.V.