The mind plays tricks on poor humans. Drudgery, misery, and boredom seem to drag on, often with no end in sight, with time taking its own sweet time. Enjoyment, on the other hand, whisks along at a different pace, often seemingly in a rapid instant…as opposed to a normal instant.
Our nine days on the tropical island of Mauritius have flown by, with time passing quicker—or so I imagine—than during the period of waiting for the trip to commence.
There is a saying about time waiting for no man. A corollary would be that time on vacation is just as fast or slow as time before and after. Unfortunately…
Money talks, even coloring the words of diplomats.
If anyone thinks that threatened sanctions will be imposed, think again...
Speaking of money, I read where the US Government has promised the Ukraine $1 billion in “loan guarantees”. Time magazine calls this a “massive aid package”. Warm words, but the amount seems a bit paltry, when one compares that to the $15 billion Russia offered. Ukraine does not seem to be all that important, if they are promised a measly billion...
At least one man knows what’s what...
I have heard of the Book 50 Shades of Grey, but have not read it and will never read it. There are too many books that interest me to waste time on books that do not interest me and have a bad reputation.
Now, I am even-more convinced that I will never read this, because Dave Barry has been foolish enough to waste time reading it and writing a review. Fortunately, he is a talented humorist.
So, if you want to know what this famous, best-selling book is about, you can read his piece from Time...
If you want to understand what’s wrong with this ethnocentric headline seen in Time...
“Moscow's diplomatic victory in Ukraine was a thumb in Brussels's eye”
...then read this intelligent piece in the Guardian by someone that has read and understood a bit of history and points out some basic facts, usually ignored by most commentators. He offers a rather realistic look at Russia...and those opposed to everything the country does or does not do.
Only a glance at a calendar reveals that winter is sneaking up on us. For over a week, days (the light part to be exact) have been becoming gradually shorter. One does not notice the difference, but I know that sneaky little bastard, Nature, is doing a job on us humans. Of course, that also means that our time on this planet is also becoming shorter.
Therefore, I try to enjoy each day, regardless of lousy German summer weather.
There is a song—either Beatles or Rolling Stones, maybe—which has a title or a line: “time, it’s on your side”. That may be true if you wear a wrist watch. I do not, so time is just here, there, and everywhere. I also do not wear any jewelry or even a wedding ring (that was the only lone in a pre-nup), because I dislike encumbrances.
Some may list the wrist watch as one of the greatest inventions of all time (bad pun intended), ranking it up there with fire, sliced bread, and automatic weapons. Long ago, people were forced to rely on looking up at the sun, before someone invented the sundial. At some point in history, some genius managed to figure out how to build a clock, meaning that people could be criticized for being late on cloudy days. The first ones were really large. Long before the Japanese figured out how to miniature everything, someone with great patience and manual dexterity managed to reduce a wall clock to something that a slender wrist could lift. Then, the bloody things became fashion items. Have you noticed the cost of expensive watches? Ridiculous.
I have reverted to older times (another bad, but intended pun) and do not wear a wrist watch. I do not rely on the sun, but usually carry my phone. That way, my children can call to ask for money, and I can see what time I must be home for a meal.
Despite the sun, sundials, clocks, watches, and phones, time still waits for no man. Not even rich ones, which means that there can be no class warfare on time.
Cher sings "If I could turn back time..." It should be just as difficult to make the Earth spin in the opposite directions. That is, if you are not a television writer...
I like How I Met Your Mother (although nowhere near as much as Modern Family, of the current batch of sitcoms). I have not idea how old the episode are that are currently running or at what point in the storyline is. I don’t think that it matters.
A recent episode revealed that writers, producers, and actors have not been to Europe and know nothing about how the world turns. No one consulted a world clock. Ted’s girlfriend, Victoria, has moved to Germany (I will not get into the credibility of what she is doing!). They are attempting a long-distance relationship, which entails nightly phone calls…night in New York. That means that the poor girl must get up in the middle of the night to talk, because they got the time change back-asswards.
Of course, no U.S. viewer would pick up on this…
I do not wear a watch, because I do not like encumbrances attached to my body. I have never worn a ring, but that has nothing to do with this.
In Europe, I can get by without a watch. Every church has a clock, and many public buildings provide a similar useful service. Of course, all work properly. With the spread of mobile phones, I have a clock in my pocket, but still prefer a glance at a clock.
In many villages, church bells still ring out the time. In former times, this was the only means of knowing the time. Farmers working the fields could rely on the church to let them know when to take a break, stop for the day, hurry to mass. Because people were tired and had no other distraction to keep them awake, nighttime bells bothered few. In modern times, churches must put up with complaints from neighbors, whose television programs and sleep are disturbed by chimes. Many have been silenced.
In French villages, churches still wake people early (competing with roosters for the title of most-disturbing morning noise). Before booking a rural hotel, it is best to check Google Earth or Google Maps to be certain that no church is next door. Of course, one will still have endure the French love of dogs…