The fat lady does not stop and we do not pay attention.
For there are better things to do.
Than exit stage right.
Time is like the fat lady.
Singing to remind us that although we think we have just began, we are wrong.
Time is not measurable, even though we measure it.
Time cannot be bottled up into a jar and preserved like a common beetle.
We try to account for our time so we live fuller, deeper, more meaningful lives.
Inventions save us time from the tediousness of our lives.
But time spins out of control, going faster and faster until our allotment of it ends.
An wise old lady once told me, "What we focus on, expands."
It made sense, until I relate it to time.
When I focus on time, it does not expand. It races away.
As a child, time was irrelevant and stood still.
As an adult, everything has a deadline. Time is accounted for, and it speeds up.
Time does not exist, except in our own minds.
I have no time.
I wish I had time.
If I could only find the time.
It's time to get up.
Time-out,
What time is it?
Where did the time go?
We put so much emphasis on time, that we do not live. Trying to accomplish all the shit we set out to do before we go to sleep. Trying to meet deadlines measured by a unit of time, we cram it all in trying to make our lives more complete.
Accounting for time wastes our lives away, not enjoying the life we've been given.
Have you ever gone on vacation and came home exhausted? Of course, your routine was changed. You didn't have to be at work. But you added deadlines to your playtime.
You wanted to see, do, experience things. Even the simple pleasures of drinking poolside, was declared as relaxing, when in fact it was on your imaginary "To-do" list.
Time cannot be harnessed. It is not a wild horse waiting for its rider to tame it. It is you who is the wild horse.
Time owns your ass. You are here for a moment in time's infinacy.
If you want time to slow down, you may be too late. It will depend on how far you are up your own ass.
If there's anything we learn from children, time slows down for those who play.
Go find your play and play more.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
The greatest inventions save us time
Time is not a renewable resource.
When it's gone, so are we.
All the greatest inventions have one thing in common - they saved us time.
Social media was accepted because it saved us on our most valuable resource.
We're human. We take advantage. We push the limits. We spoil ourselves and get sick by eating too much too fast. We are with time like we are with most good things: prone to addiction.
Social media and smart phones were created to help people connect, faster than ever before. The inventions allowed little snips of conversations to happen at light speed allowing us to deliver and consume little snips of conversations faster than we had ever done before with more people than ever thought possible.
What happened is what always happens with good things.
Overuse,
Followed by addiction,
Followed by social consequence.
These new inventions are exposing issues with productivity, anger, self righteousness and show-offery.
Social media is supposed to save us time. We're supposed to communicate faster online so we can get back to living our lives offline. Instead we're living our lives faster online, so we can live less offline.
I saw a "Facebook" friend last summer in person. It had been 20 years since I saw him last. Not 100% certain, I chose not to speak up. The next day, I talked with him online.
Am I the only fucked up introvert who has ever done this?
As the lines of personal and keyboard interactions continue to blur, our lives are more connected, but less interesting.
And in the process the dark truth of humanity gets exposed.
When it's gone, so are we.
All the greatest inventions have one thing in common - they saved us time.
Social media was accepted because it saved us on our most valuable resource.
We're human. We take advantage. We push the limits. We spoil ourselves and get sick by eating too much too fast. We are with time like we are with most good things: prone to addiction.
Social media and smart phones were created to help people connect, faster than ever before. The inventions allowed little snips of conversations to happen at light speed allowing us to deliver and consume little snips of conversations faster than we had ever done before with more people than ever thought possible.
What happened is what always happens with good things.
Overuse,
Followed by addiction,
Followed by social consequence.
These new inventions are exposing issues with productivity, anger, self righteousness and show-offery.
Social media is supposed to save us time. We're supposed to communicate faster online so we can get back to living our lives offline. Instead we're living our lives faster online, so we can live less offline.
I saw a "Facebook" friend last summer in person. It had been 20 years since I saw him last. Not 100% certain, I chose not to speak up. The next day, I talked with him online.
Am I the only fucked up introvert who has ever done this?
As the lines of personal and keyboard interactions continue to blur, our lives are more connected, but less interesting.
And in the process the dark truth of humanity gets exposed.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
The Donald
A year ago, I nervously predicted that Donald Trump would be one of the republican finalists. Friends said he didn't have a chance. Friends explained how the nominations worked and how he would eventually flicker away.
Knowing very little about American politics, I felt a little safer in their justifications. But one thing worried me. Donald was marketing himself better than anyone had ever done before him. He had "real" brand recognition. He was saying things that no one ever dared say before. He was "different". And that had to be worth something in the popularity contest called an election.
Donald Trump is a joke. His ability to convince a growing group of people that he should be the next president of the United States is not. He gains popularity even though he doesn't say anything of value.
I have a theory why this joker is encouraged to continue down the electoral path. People have been yearning for someone to say something different. No more political rhetoric. No more boring conversations about jobs, economy and healthcare.
Let's talk about walls, making America Great again, and deporting immigrants.
Trump doesn't act like a politician. He acts like a marketer. He says things in ways that gets emotion riled up in people. He stirs up the water to get the sediment in the bottom to float to the top. He wants people to be afraid. He wants them to get angry. He wants them to be politically incorrect.
He is zigging when everyone else zags. And that's why he is winning.
The fears, racism and anger have always been there, buried deep in the political correct world the public has been forced to live in. Donald Trump gives people permission to exercise those emotions. And they feel good about themselves when they do.
A good marketer makes you feel good about your decisions.
We all know, The Donald doesn't have the goods to lead the country. And cooler heads may prevail when the final ballots are counted. He can't win. Can he?
Trump has opened the gates to Arkham Asylum. The crazies are being granted permission to run next time.
The fearful, angry voters will turn up another radical politician. A politician who presents well and sells to both the uninformed and informed voter is going to emerge.
It is not Trump I am afraid of. It is his successor.
The next nut job won't look like a joke. He won't talk like a joke. He will be well respected until it's too late. The Donald has laid the foundation for future radical politicians.
We should be worried.
Knowing very little about American politics, I felt a little safer in their justifications. But one thing worried me. Donald was marketing himself better than anyone had ever done before him. He had "real" brand recognition. He was saying things that no one ever dared say before. He was "different". And that had to be worth something in the popularity contest called an election.
Donald Trump is a joke. His ability to convince a growing group of people that he should be the next president of the United States is not. He gains popularity even though he doesn't say anything of value.
I have a theory why this joker is encouraged to continue down the electoral path. People have been yearning for someone to say something different. No more political rhetoric. No more boring conversations about jobs, economy and healthcare.
Let's talk about walls, making America Great again, and deporting immigrants.
Trump doesn't act like a politician. He acts like a marketer. He says things in ways that gets emotion riled up in people. He stirs up the water to get the sediment in the bottom to float to the top. He wants people to be afraid. He wants them to get angry. He wants them to be politically incorrect.
He is zigging when everyone else zags. And that's why he is winning.
The fears, racism and anger have always been there, buried deep in the political correct world the public has been forced to live in. Donald Trump gives people permission to exercise those emotions. And they feel good about themselves when they do.
A good marketer makes you feel good about your decisions.
We all know, The Donald doesn't have the goods to lead the country. And cooler heads may prevail when the final ballots are counted. He can't win. Can he?
Trump has opened the gates to Arkham Asylum. The crazies are being granted permission to run next time.
The fearful, angry voters will turn up another radical politician. A politician who presents well and sells to both the uninformed and informed voter is going to emerge.
It is not Trump I am afraid of. It is his successor.
The next nut job won't look like a joke. He won't talk like a joke. He will be well respected until it's too late. The Donald has laid the foundation for future radical politicians.
We should be worried.
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