Born in Somalia, Ayaan Hirsi Ali (2007) grew up with a grandmother who “never learned to tell time at all. All her life, noon was when shadows were short, and your age was measured by rainy seasons. She got by perfectly well with her system” (p. 63). Ali’s (2007) poignant memoir Infidel: My Life traces the transformation of a girl from Mogadishu into a member of the Dutch Parliament, a writer, a political activist, and a spokesperson for the rights of women against militant Islam. Her transition from the world of shadows and rainy seasons to the world we live in, where every second is measured and imbued with significance, is only a small part of the overall account but I find it very touching. It reminds me of my own significantly less dramatic yet still destabilizing transition from the metric system and the Celsius scale to the ever-confusing inches, miles, pounds, gallons, and degrees in Fahrenheit. Today, I know exactly how many pounds I need to lose but I still don’t automatically convert miles into mental distances nor do I use the weather forecast to decide if I should put my coat on to go out. Instead of letting Fahrenheit degrees speak to me, I still look out the window.