Now I'm not sure I even believe in time in any rigorous sense. But if I clammed up about everything I was unsure of, I'd be a gall derned mute. What I purpose is extremely marketable, if not a little useful to someone regarding something. None of that is to say that I'd have interest in one. I feel more akin to Nate Senti's desire to not remember my exact age.
The thing: A watch (or time piece of your choice) that counts up from your birth. Of course the watch would have to be fit with many an interesting hand: days, months, years, decades even. I'm not saying there is any real practical reason for this. But 1) people find this sort of thing interesting and 2) it could give you a quite different perspective of the world if the time you were always seeking out was your own and not someone else's. Maybe this would prompt more people to live for the moment. Probably it would be horrible and people would be in a panic to hide their watch from anyone who might be vying to look at their time/age. And all sorts of bad stuff as well.
Of course you shouldn't be able to change the time. But I'm sure there would be a hack for that. For whatever reason tho it would be fun. Then when you passed, a watchmaker person could stop it and make it read the exact age of your death. Maybe you could have a family one that reinforced the patriarchy by continually reminding you of how long your lineage has lasted and that you better not screw if up by being gay or deciding you don't want children or something. Dang. Now I've just gone and given more ammunition to the patriarchy.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
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