Thoughts on Time Scales

Ok, you've been tricked. This isn't really a blog. It is a glimpse at the images and writing we make in the middle of the night when we just don't feel like coding Zalendar© anymore.

Oh are you new here? Let me take a ...moment and tell you what things are called:

A second is a little smaller than an M&M, and just as delicious. If you throw it across a room you will hear a zippy ping as it ricochets off the wall. It will most likely break into milliseconds which cannot be easily handled, but you can sweep them up and throw them out every now and then.

Minutes are much bigger and easier to share with friends, but you have to eat them quickly or else they will melt.

Hours, those very unpredictable creatures that come and go as they please, are almost as big as you or I, and they are just as likely to bite you as they are to let you pet themselves!

A day, of course, is this enclosed room we are in, and when we finally find our way out I am most certain it will just lead into another room.

Months aren't really things, months are changes in the color of the walls of whatever room you happen to be in. See, this room is painted June.

And years, well years are those songs blaring across those twenty minute sized loudspeakers. I can recall quite a few, but sometimes I get them mixed up.

Einstein pointed out the obviousness of these two modes when he said,

"When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it's longer than any hour. That's relativity."

Looking back at my childhood I can identify four nested time phases that were cut up into "pushing on now" vs. "clinging to now":

• school year - summer
• weekdays - weekend
• school day - evening
• class - recess