coming out of hiding? I don't see my shadow, so...enter spring
Alright, so here's something rattling around in my ponder-arium
In my kitchen, my preferred laptopping location, we have a clock. It is a nice, plain, white, round old-school clock from Ikea that cost about $2.00. It is not digital, as most around-the-house clocks are, i.e. the ones on your micro, dvd, phone, etc., and it does that lovely ticking thing every second.
You literally listen to the seconds ofyour life pass by...one by one. You can actually account for time, without thinking about it, because you Hear Time pass, instead of just Feeling It. There's something very tactile-ly pleasing about that.
It makes me wonder if people are more productive when they're around clicking clocks...especially as it's very awkward to Not do anything when that noise is happening.
I waste a lot of time because I think I don't value time. I know I'm mortal, and my death fixation keeps me from believing I'll last all that long, what with crappy genetics and questionable life skills and all, but still, I don't think I realize how much time I'm wasting, just waiting for something else; something that may never come. I've got a job (sort-of) and debt, and people who think I'm alright, but really, what have I got going on? When can I stop hesitating and actually begin to engage in this thing called life?
Maybe tonight; maybe tomorrow. Keep an eye on the headlines, folks, because that clock keeps getting louder...
In my kitchen, my preferred laptopping location, we have a clock. It is a nice, plain, white, round old-school clock from Ikea that cost about $2.00. It is not digital, as most around-the-house clocks are, i.e. the ones on your micro, dvd, phone, etc., and it does that lovely ticking thing every second.
You literally listen to the seconds ofyour life pass by...one by one. You can actually account for time, without thinking about it, because you Hear Time pass, instead of just Feeling It. There's something very tactile-ly pleasing about that.
It makes me wonder if people are more productive when they're around clicking clocks...especially as it's very awkward to Not do anything when that noise is happening.
I waste a lot of time because I think I don't value time. I know I'm mortal, and my death fixation keeps me from believing I'll last all that long, what with crappy genetics and questionable life skills and all, but still, I don't think I realize how much time I'm wasting, just waiting for something else; something that may never come. I've got a job (sort-of) and debt, and people who think I'm alright, but really, what have I got going on? When can I stop hesitating and actually begin to engage in this thing called life?
Maybe tonight; maybe tomorrow. Keep an eye on the headlines, folks, because that clock keeps getting louder...