A complaint about inappropriate precision
Salon has a review of the latest conservative movie, Celsius 41.11. I really don't care what the dopey movie is about, but I was curious about the strange title…and here's the explanation:
The title of "Celsius 41.11" is, thankfully, explained near the beginning of the film as the temperature at which the brain begins to die, a ghoulish little factoid that I guess is supposed to dance feverishly in our heads as we lie tucked into our beds on election eve.
This is something I'm a bit peevish about. It's an example of inappropriate and unjustified precision. For instance, your body temperature is certainly not precisely 98.6° F; it varies slightly from individual to individual, and also fluctuates with a circadian rhythm. "98.6" just happens to be what pops out when you convert the round integer value of 37° C to Fahrenheit, and don't give a damn about significant digits.
Similarly, 41.11 is what you get when you convert 106° F to Celsius. There is no magic transition that can be sharply defined to hundredths of a degree for neuronal death. And all they got for their unwarranted precision was a markedly klunky title.
That is all. Just had to get that off my chest.


I think they wanted it to end in 11.