Time: the Ir­re­sistible Force

It Leaps Ahead, It Falls Back, It Leaps ahead again

Asian Journal - - Editorial -

Time is some­thing with­out sub­stance or form, some­thing you can’t touch or hold. You can al­ways use more of it or you can waste it, save it, even al­ter it. Ev­ery one of us is gov­erned by it, but what is it? Ein­stein prob­a­bly had it right when he said, “The only rea­son for time is so that ev­ery­thing doesn’t hap­pen at once.” It drags so painfully slowly for the young­ster wait­ing for the buzzer to an­nounce that school’s out, yet it races at break­neck speed for the reporter try­ing to make the dead­line with his pa­per. Life is so hec­tic, that you’d think time was in short sup­ply! The phrase of the decade: We are all time starved. No we’re not! We have put our­selves on a time star­va­tion diet by try­ing, and/or al­low­ing oth­ers, to cram more ac­tiv­ity into our time al­lot­ment than there is room for. This is the week­end of a time-cram­ming event of stag­ger­ing pro­por­tions! We change to day­light sav­ings time on Satur­day night/ Sun­day morn­ing. Get set for about three days of dis­con­nec­tion, when you’ll stum­ble around, sleep de­prived, bump­ing into things, spilling your coffee, fall­ing off your high heels, get­ting your tie caught in the copier, and mak­ing your dog or cat care about Day­light Sav­ings Time (al­though it may mean more squir­rels to chase). Now here’s the re­ally bad news: - A Swedish study in 2008 found that the risk of hav­ing a heart at­tack in­creases in the first three days af­ter switch­ing to DST in the spring. - Traf­fic ac­ci­dents in­crease on the Mon­day fol­low­ing the start of DST. Tired driv­ers are the main rea­son – a great ex­cuse for stay­ing home in bed for an ex­tra day (or three) – call it dis­lo­ca­tion days (daze)! All that and more from mov­ing your wake/ sleep cy­cle and ev­ery­thing in be­tween for­ward just sixty min­utes, one hour, just to en­joy the ex­tra hours of day­light, that will dra­mat­i­cally in­crease un­til June 21, the long­est day, af­ter which (and here’s the de­press­ing part) the days be­gin to wither away again in the down­ward spiral to win­ter. ARRRRRRHHHHGGGGGGG!

Whose fault is it any­way?

Last week I wrote that the Ro­mans didn’t even num­ber all the days of the week, and as for the time of day, it was avail­able when the sun shone on the sun­dial, or by some­one reck­on­ing where the sun was in the sky. This isn’t much of a prob­lem if you’re a shep­herd. Ovines may be Ram tough, but ewe know they’re sheep­ish about what time of day it is.

It’s all the fault of rail­road! When you have to catch a train and con­nect with an­other one, all of a sud­den it’s im­por­tant. Then like a plague it spreads un­til your em­ployer uses the same rea­son­ing to get ev­ery­one to show up for work at the same time. Damn! There’s al­ways some­one who wants to spoil a good thing. Any­way Sir Sand­ford Flem­ing, Canada’s fore­most rail­way sur­veyor and con­struc­tion en­gi­neer of the 19th-cen­tury, be­came an ad­vo­cate of time zones af­ter be­ing stuck overnight in a rail­way sta­tion be­cause of time con­fu­sion. His ini­tial ef­forts led to the adop­tion of the time zones used by the rail­ways in 1883 and the global time zones used to­day. Then shaz­zam! The next thing you know, we’re liv­ing in a 24/7 world, where “wait a sec” means any­thing up to ½ hour. Did you no­tice that the more pre­cise time re­quired us to be, the more re­bel­lious we be­come? “I’ll be with you in a mo­ment,” could ex­pand to have you wait un­til your old age se­cu­rity cheque ar­rives. Manyana (I don’t have a squig­gly thing to put over the n) means some­time be­tween to­day and the 12th of never. So as you ap­proach the door­way to the joys of sum­mer days, you must first run the gaunt­let of pollen al­ler­gies, clogged si­nuses, ad­just­ing yours and Fido’s walk­ing, sleep­ing and feed­ing sched­ules. Take heart be­cause you get the hour re­turned, with­out in­ter­est, on Novem­ber 6. Doesn’t that feel bet­ter? So I’ll leave you now with a cou­ple of timely thoughts; Time is a great teacher, un­for­tu­nately it kills all of its pupils, Louis Ber­lioz, AND, No man goes be­fore his time, un­less his boss leaves early – Grou­cho Marx Time out!

Ray Hud­son

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