The time is 7:45 a.m. Central Standard Time
intrigued. it is 7:45 p.m. Central European Time where i am. what're we playing now?
me too, intrigued. 2:07 pm in New York City.
???????
time for a drink, in ohio (as always, nothng changes)
Time for looking at the black sky.Time to contemplate my neighbours discussing the price of their coming holy day.
What does 'belonging' mean? shared holy days? shared history? shared religon? culture? future?
i belong to Humanity.
Hurry up, please, it's time.
That's priceless David. I am sitting at my desk laughing because of your words. Hell, it IS time. Not sure for what, but I'm ready!
Fun thread. I was merely trying to figure out whether we're on Greenwich Mean Time. I think we are. 4:39 p.m. CST
the march of the wooden soldiers
!!!!!!!!!!!
Time is what you have until it's passed.
Since I wrote that sentence 14 seconds have elapsed, 20, 21, 22 ... 47 ... 128.
Now, I'm depressed and I don't really know why.
Perhaps a song will cheer you up, James. Hit it, boys...
"And the days dwindle down
to a precious few...
NoVEMberrrr, DeCEMberrr..."
There! Feel better?
;-)
Ummmmmm, no.
one of my favourite time quotes by albert einstein who'd probably be on fictionaut if he'd had written not played violin and if he wasn't dead as a doorknob:
“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.”
I totally believe that quote, Marcus.
Don't be depressed James, write a story whenever you feel blue, and you'll have a pile, and that will make you happy! Trust me on this...
Marcus (et alia),
"“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.”"
Speaking of relativity, one thing I've wondered about time is this: time *is* longer when you are young because (in a manner of understanding that works for me...) one year to a ten year-old is one-tenth of his life, whereas one year to a fifty year-old is only one-fiftieth. Not that much of an investment of experience.
Therefore time passes more quickly for the older person. Conversely, a year to a ten year old would be five times longer than to the fifty year-old.
An hour in class for a 2nd grader is a LONG TIME. Not so much for the teacher (again, depending on teacher's age).
All right. MY question is how does the teacher and the student keep from running into each other, figuratively AND literally, when speaking, when walking across the floor, if time is not passing at the same rate of speed?
There is a point during daylight savings time, where New York and San Francisco creep closer to each other, for 2 hours, warily. Then a few months later they quarrel and separate further. For 2 hours. Mostly, though, they manage.
lynn, your post is a story in itself, a shorter version of "two cities" perhaps with most of the relationship stuff cut out but it works for me. wonderful.
matt, you do go on. i sympathise deeply though i feel lost time more strongly now than i did before reading your post. otherwise, you're put your naked finger on a paradox there. the only answer i have is that teacher and student are actually one at all times, all teachers and all students, that there is, in other words, only one person, the eternal teacher and the eternal student, which makes a mockery out of teaching but there you have it. i believe this is a side arm of the philosophical galaxy called "solipsism", which really is the only ground to stand on for any writer of stature though it makes a mockery of reading, too. as shaw said: "I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation." hold on, didn't i just already say that? but i must go, i'm all out of time for now.
... i know i need to get back to writing. but this thread makes my head spin in many directions at once which is great for writing. my kind of writing. procrastination interrupted by bursts of bokononian buoyancy...
came back because of rick moody's answer to the first question in a recent interview (big think - http://bigthink.com/ideas/22842), "Why do you think digital culture is unfriendly toward literature?", namely:
".. with literary objects, literary cultural artifacts, you have a form that’s about taking its time and doing what it needs to do in a really prolonged and almost lazy way. So, the two seem inimical to one another..."
that of course is the other wonderful thing about time: it makes lazy. he put that well, didn't he.
Where does the time go? asked my mother.
We both looked at our hips.
It's 10-11-10 09:43 here. UK.
How does one "waste" time? It seems only the dead have that option.
So...
If time moves slower for the child, and faster for the adult, why are the little kids running around so fast and the adults moving so slow?
Matt, they have shorter legs.
little bastards...
in my world, it is 3:42 pm.
In my world, it's 1968.
yes. 17 may 1968, 3:42 pm.
ok. it's 23:58 here in Morocco.time to sleep.But i'm still here trying to freshen my mind.A cup of words is sufficient to make the world better.
Have a nice sleep in Morocco, dream good dreams...
Have a good sleep in Morocco, dream good dreams...
test post: tried twice before and it refuses to post me! hmmm? has time jumped the fence and left? maybe I'm not here, I just think I am. I did hit POST REPLY and nothing!!!
I read you can be dead and think you're alive.
OK. Here I go again...
I think I'm dead. I've posted 4 times to this thread and NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING.
Marcus, dear pal, how do you think I FEEL about time? It appears I'm not even here
(should we tell her?)
hehehehe ... not my job.
test message
test message two
Matt you are definitely the new FH! (now that Erlewine/Erlewhinge has flown the coop again) I'm laughing so hard!
James did relente and write and then Carson told me. I just got those messages--
Damn! and I thought I was dead--
it was a blast being dead. i should've written all sorts of things... ooooh.....
the fun i coulda had, the stories i coulda revealed...
(JAMES LLOYD... You pinky-promised not to tell!)
;-)
HA! beware of pinky-promises they don't hold up with Judge Judy
Call me MISTER Chatterbox. I simply cannot keep a secret.
it's 9:12 here in the south of Morroco.Birds are singing.The donkey of my aunt Hadda is ready to take her to the far field.I see her coming out of her traditional house. she seems happy of her time.
After all what does one need from this world ?
Happiness.
Too many people will not give me this.
Time isn't just of day. It is a prism through which we pour our own light to see what will happen when it is refracted.By the way, Hi Dris. I like the cup of words idea very much. But back to time. Is time out actually time in? Time could be a page made out of a river, unwritten of course, or being written on as it goes about being itself. How concerned should we humans be? We're running out of time only in the sense that everything is always happening to us. Life is change. I think Jefferson Airplane said that.
In my world, it is 10:13 EST and time for another mug of coffee. Though a cup of words sounds good, too. Maybe I will be greedy and grab both. But only after these blasted exams are graded. Peace...
This is a great posting that Ann made. It's been evocative and cryptic and funny and fun to write on.
Christian, don't worry about what people won't give you. Make your own happiness around and apart from the unsettling things.