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Off the cuff: A matter of time

Tonight, The- sing it with me Judy Garland style, “Someday over the rainbow, some day soon”- Daily Dose of the Good (and Not So Good) Words is about time. As in time in a bottle, time won’t let me, time is on my side, time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future, time is winding up.

(Brief pause as I send a probably dying anyway but even if it wasn’t I’d probably kill it Palmetto Bug to the great insectadise up above).

Where was I? Oh, yes, I was subjecting y’all to snippets from all sorts of songs with catchy lines about time. Perhaps, it isn’t time that I wish to examine or only in part. What I really want to get at, and only seem to be able to get at by going every which way but loose, is the question of how we let time shape our lives.

Despite how much I enjoy an old fashioned heated to the point of shouting not in anger but caught up in the excitement of thoughts ping ponging back and forth going no where fast taking the scenic highway intellectual skirmish, I will not take up the debate about whether time really and truly exists following realists like Newton or is a cleaver monkey concept that helps us make sense of our world but does not actually exist following Leibniz, who invented binary in case you did not know.

Besides, anyone who has been a faithful reader of The Daily Dose for any length of time can probably guess that- folksy, plain speaking, practical as dirt, “I’m a living in a material world, and I am a material girl” (More Marx than Madonna) mannerisms aside- I’m going to “root, root, root for the home team” that goes to bat arguing that time is a story we tell ourselves. It very well may be a necessary story, but still it is a story that is re-told in many different ways over a Thousand and One Nights. It is a story we all lose our heads over, now and again.

Lately, I have been re-reading the stories we tell about time. The chapter I am most interested in has the White Rabbit running, compulsively pulling his watch out again and again to check the time, fretting “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date.” Recently, this section of the story has been revised, introducing the co-joined twins 24/7- the slimmer, hipper and thus even more annoying cousins of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum- and adding an exhaustive description of the all access, all the time, never off work, never disconnected from your friends, never time to focus on one thing, very unmerry multi-tasking landscape.

I wouldn’t want you to think that this is is the chapter where we meet the bad guys in black hats. There is much more to the story than White Rabbit racing, hoping to keep his head. Sometimes, racing around like a chicken with your head cut off is mighty fun. I mean that both sarcastically and seriously. Sometimes, a time crunch focuses you on what you most need/want to do. Racing the clock can be damn good time. And 24/7 internet access has been a boon to my writing projects. The library is always open.

I have been writing for over two hours. Two hours after I started, I have a bit less than 600 words, not all of them good. Still, I would say that those were two hours well spent, spent not racing to meet a deadline but doing something I love- writing, reading, re-arranging, writing some more, re-reading, fixing, erasing- words. It is one of my favorite ways to pass the time.

It took me 2 hours 25 minutes to write this; I was hoping to dash it off in 45 minutes. It won’t you take much more than a minute to read it. Our time is winding up. And after a few more words, it will be gone.

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  1. Landscapers Directory | September 17, 2009 at 10:13 am | Permalink

    Great Post. Thanks Landscapers Directory…

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