![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenWe turned the clocks back last night. "Spring forward and fall back..." echoes from my childhood.
(Thanks to EX-President GW Bush, we have a greater number of months for daylight savings time. Thanks to his legislation, companies spent billions getting new software up to par with the law around the globe! IMHO, it was TRULY unnecessary; our calculation of time was doing just fine. It was frivolous legislation that doesn't stick a feather in anyone's cap. I guess for a guy who considers his lowest point in his presidency being called (in so many words) a racist by Kanye West, it shouldn't surprise me how self-indulgent that action was. But, I digress; the point in this post was to talk about the "institution" of time.)
Does anyone remember the lessons we had to learn about time? How does one teach kids clearly about the long arm and the short arm, when children don't really have a concept of time? If you hang out with your nieces or nephew, or friends' kids, you'll soon notice that 20 minutes to them is like an hour. And an hour becomes "all day", especially if that hour is consumed by cleaning their room or doing homework.
Digital clocks are the bane of the time lesson, much like Velcro straps are for tying shoelaces. Atomic clocks are really cool. We've come a LONG way from the sundial, and gods-forbid(!) the sundial be set up in Ireland or the UK!! You'd be able to tell time for sporadic days about 2 months out of the year!
Wouldn't it be fun to have a month or so (or more) wherein we lost all concept of time? Personally, I think I would find it easier to just be: Be in the moment because the moment wouldn't be defined. Once you define a moment, that moment is gone and becomes a memory.
How long can an non-timed moment last?
Does sunlight grace your cheek longer because you won't rush through the sunset?
Will you see more deer in the country moonlight if you don't have to get ready for bed?
Each sentence I want to say next is wrapped in an element of time, which is both intriguing and tragic. We are finite and yet infinite. Time is definite, but memories and desires can be infinite.
I wish for a moment, time didn't dictate joy and sorrow, pain or pleasure, responsibility or freedom. I want for a month to take hold of a day without measure.
Yet, in a sense, I just realized, these last two years and four months of unemployment (from a full-time job) have afforded me an element of these postulations. All of a sudden, two years and four months later, my senses of time, responsibility, and "weekend" are becoming restricted by my duty to time, limitation, and constraint.
But, MAN, have Matt and I heaped in the memories over two years!!
(Thanks to EX-President GW Bush, we have a greater number of months for daylight savings time. Thanks to his legislation, companies spent billions getting new software up to par with the law around the globe! IMHO, it was TRULY unnecessary; our calculation of time was doing just fine. It was frivolous legislation that doesn't stick a feather in anyone's cap. I guess for a guy who considers his lowest point in his presidency being called (in so many words) a racist by Kanye West, it shouldn't surprise me how self-indulgent that action was. But, I digress; the point in this post was to talk about the "institution" of time.)
Does anyone remember the lessons we had to learn about time? How does one teach kids clearly about the long arm and the short arm, when children don't really have a concept of time? If you hang out with your nieces or nephew, or friends' kids, you'll soon notice that 20 minutes to them is like an hour. And an hour becomes "all day", especially if that hour is consumed by cleaning their room or doing homework.
Digital clocks are the bane of the time lesson, much like Velcro straps are for tying shoelaces. Atomic clocks are really cool. We've come a LONG way from the sundial, and gods-forbid(!) the sundial be set up in Ireland or the UK!! You'd be able to tell time for sporadic days about 2 months out of the year!
Wouldn't it be fun to have a month or so (or more) wherein we lost all concept of time? Personally, I think I would find it easier to just be: Be in the moment because the moment wouldn't be defined. Once you define a moment, that moment is gone and becomes a memory.
How long can an non-timed moment last?
Does sunlight grace your cheek longer because you won't rush through the sunset?
Will you see more deer in the country moonlight if you don't have to get ready for bed?
Each sentence I want to say next is wrapped in an element of time, which is both intriguing and tragic. We are finite and yet infinite. Time is definite, but memories and desires can be infinite.
I wish for a moment, time didn't dictate joy and sorrow, pain or pleasure, responsibility or freedom. I want for a month to take hold of a day without measure.
Yet, in a sense, I just realized, these last two years and four months of unemployment (from a full-time job) have afforded me an element of these postulations. All of a sudden, two years and four months later, my senses of time, responsibility, and "weekend" are becoming restricted by my duty to time, limitation, and constraint.
But, MAN, have Matt and I heaped in the memories over two years!!
