Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Time is to clock as mind is to brain. The clock or watch somehow contains the time. And yet time refuses to be bottled up like a genie stuffed in a lamp. Whether it flows as sand or turns on wheels within wheels, time escapes irretrievably, while we watch. Even when the bulbs of the hourglass shatter, when darkness withholds the shadow from the sundial, when the mainspring winds down so far that the clock hands hold still as death, time itself keeps on. The most we can hope a watch to do is mark that progress. And since time sets its own tempo, like a heartbeat or an ebb tide, timepieces don’t really keep time. They just keep up with it, if they’re able.–Longitude by Dava Sobel
posted by D at 11:29 PM
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Neither Here Nor There
All of a sudden today, I find myself surrounded by rude people who seem to think the universe revolves around them. Well, get this: it doesn’t! The fact that they’re clueless about what they’re doing is annoying enough, so getting this rude attitude from them is simply something I can’t even begin to comprehend.It’s raining right now and I think I’m missing someone. I wonder if the feeling is mutual.
posted by D at 6:17 PM
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