After a delay (again) the new Monday Journal is posted. It seems everything I had meant to do gets a bit shifted around. I’m still trying to figure out how I exist in my new place. I have plans to make more bread tomorrow, and I hope that goes as intended. Weekends in the middle of the week still manage to throw me off, though I should be used to it by now really.
I’m reading about Einstein and clocks right now, and it’s amazing to realize what I just haven’t thought about. Of course time is a matter of perspective and relativity, but I hadn’t thought about the massive effort that had to go into co-ordinating clocks. I seem to run across time shifts everywhere now. The refurbished tower at the Museum has a display about Zulu time, and I’m recently thinking of time zones more than I had in the past few months. I used to have two clocks running in my body, one for the East Coast, one for the West, but I find the East Coast clock slipping a bit into memory now.
I don’t have a clock in my room, and that’s probably why I ended up staying up too late with my housemate Sunday night. Instead of a night with a glass of wine and a book, like I had thought, I had good company and conversation, and we found this site. A metric poster will be en route to the Meridian house soon! Even converting inches to metric feels like it’s clocks again. Measurements made of arbitrary units, the length of a finger bone or the weight of a stone. The seconds tick away with a twitching hand, and already it’s the afternoon here, I haven’t begun anything I had planned on.