The future arrives a little earlier tomorrow morning than it did today as we change over to Daylight Saving Time. I'm never sure what to do with this extra hour of daylight I will have--I'm equally at a loss as to what to invest the extra hour of sleep in at that moment in the fall when we move the clocks back.
We're the only species, to my knowledge, that divides temporal moments into arbitrarily measured units. I'm especially impressed that all of us on the globe have agreed to use the same increments; none of this 'how many centimeters are in an inch or yards are needed to be a kilometer?' stuff. Sixty is sixty until and unless it gets to twenty-four though when we start rolling it into months, the accounting gets a bit ragged.
Remember the Social Security Lock Box as one of the ghosts of a Presidential Campaign Past? Maybe we could use that for Daylight Saving Time as well. I think most of us across the globe have some form of it (hand on your heart, were you surprised to discover North Korea didn't observe it? Yeah, me neither. Perhaps the Dear Leader doesn't have a watch) and I have to believe if we all put a little into the kitty, we might have ourselves quite a tidy sum of minutes and hours we could redistribute to those who made a hash out of it the first time around.
You scoff because you don't see a practical use for this saved time? Let's say, you want to go for a swim, but you've just eaten--one quick call to the DSTLBAC (Daylight Saving Time Lock Box Advisory Committee, 1-866-MIN-UTES), and there you go, catch a wave and enjoy. Unless you're a shark. Quite frankly, I wonder if they have to wait after eating anyone or not.
-bill kenny
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