No Time Flat
I’m currently writing at 1:32AM on October 29th, 2006. Daylight savings time is supposed to happen right now, or sometime in this hour meaning I’m writing from a time when time doesn’t exist. In other parts of the world, people are still going about their everyday lives. In other time zones on this very continent, people are either fast asleep or getting ready to go to bed. In this time zone, however, time stands still. Literally. I wish this happened all the time, a designated hour every now and then that didn’t move. You are free to do whatever you want in the “hour” and it wouldn’t count towards your 24 hours. Now some of you smart-asses are probably going “why don’t you make the day 25 hours?” Well asshole, then it wouldn’t be special. It would just be any other hour and it wouldn’t be a privilege. Sooner or later, we would keep adding hours, and hours, and hours until the day as we know it would cease to exist.
Hmm, what I would do with an extra hour every now and then (four times a year seems like a good number, not too tiny like the one we have now, and not too needy). I’d probably read a book or a play or work on a script, because there are never enough hours in the day for those things. Ha. I think the thing I would like to do the most with an extra hour of time (every now and then) is sit down with one of my friends, and talk, non-stop, for the hour. I could find out what has happened to that person since the last time we talked, or even since the last extra hour. Maybe I could have just one person, to add some continuity, like some kind of four episode-a-year television talk show.
I like talking to someone and finding out what has happened with them since we last talked. I haven’t seen or talked to a few people in the past few days and it’s these times that you miss them the most. Imagine a can of sardines. The tightly packed-ness of the sardines is constant communication, but there is one sardine missing. That’s a few days or weeks of non-constant communication and thus comes the feeling of “miss.” As more and more sardines are taken out, representing say a year and a half or even four years, the feeling of “miss” is even greater. You know it’s late because I’m talking about sardines, using the word “miss” as a feeling, and popping in terms from my communications class. At least I think it’s from my communications class. Who knows, I don’t study that damn book anyways.
The extra hour also has to be in a decent hour of the day, not at 1AM in the morning, like this, where the only thing I’m doing is writing this blog. Not as productive as I would have liked to use my hour but what can you do? I’m sure even if the hour were during the day, some people would choose sleep. A lot of people value rest, as they should. My value list has a different priority, that’s all. For example, my at-this-moment “Things I Value List” list is as follows:
1) Blog
2) This wicked track by Regina Spektor (she’s amazing. It’s also very good “writing at 1:32AM” or “just being up at 1:32AM” music)
3) Sleep
The time on my computer clock was at 1:59, but then it just went back to 1:00. Freaky. That means my hour is up. Good night, good morning, and good bye. Until my next ungodly blogging hour.
Hmm, what I would do with an extra hour every now and then (four times a year seems like a good number, not too tiny like the one we have now, and not too needy). I’d probably read a book or a play or work on a script, because there are never enough hours in the day for those things. Ha. I think the thing I would like to do the most with an extra hour of time (every now and then) is sit down with one of my friends, and talk, non-stop, for the hour. I could find out what has happened to that person since the last time we talked, or even since the last extra hour. Maybe I could have just one person, to add some continuity, like some kind of four episode-a-year television talk show.
I like talking to someone and finding out what has happened with them since we last talked. I haven’t seen or talked to a few people in the past few days and it’s these times that you miss them the most. Imagine a can of sardines. The tightly packed-ness of the sardines is constant communication, but there is one sardine missing. That’s a few days or weeks of non-constant communication and thus comes the feeling of “miss.” As more and more sardines are taken out, representing say a year and a half or even four years, the feeling of “miss” is even greater. You know it’s late because I’m talking about sardines, using the word “miss” as a feeling, and popping in terms from my communications class. At least I think it’s from my communications class. Who knows, I don’t study that damn book anyways.
The extra hour also has to be in a decent hour of the day, not at 1AM in the morning, like this, where the only thing I’m doing is writing this blog. Not as productive as I would have liked to use my hour but what can you do? I’m sure even if the hour were during the day, some people would choose sleep. A lot of people value rest, as they should. My value list has a different priority, that’s all. For example, my at-this-moment “Things I Value List” list is as follows:
1) Blog
2) This wicked track by Regina Spektor (she’s amazing. It’s also very good “writing at 1:32AM” or “just being up at 1:32AM” music)
3) Sleep
The time on my computer clock was at 1:59, but then it just went back to 1:00. Freaky. That means my hour is up. Good night, good morning, and good bye. Until my next ungodly blogging hour.