i did the usual fall back thing this morning and went out with my watch wrong, and got myself confused because the place i went opened at nine and my watch said nine. Though of course here in the real world it was only 8. It’s only an hour, yet a disagreement between internal and […]
i did the usual fall back thing this morning and went out with my watch wrong, and got myself confused because the place i went opened at nine and my watch said nine. Though of course here in the real world it was only 8.
It’s only an hour, yet a disagreement between internal and external clock somehow tilts the axis of the universe just slightly, so that everything looks the same but feels in a fundamental way wrong. Like everything in your house – walls, floors, roof, and everything your house contains – has just been moved an inch to the left. It all looks exactly the same; yet in some fundamental sub-sensory way, we feel it to be wrong.
It isn’t, though, the satisfying temporal displacement of travel and jet lag. Because that means we’re somewhere, somewhen, and have a reason to be out of sync with the air around us. We have the thrill of difference, and a different sun rising and setting at a different time, the fatigue of travel, soon solves the problem for us, for good or ill.
Here, home, we’re simply knocked out of balance, like a tire hitting a pot-hole. We spin a bit off-center for a time until we again find equilibrium.
But you know, at least now the clock in my Jeep – a clock that requires some elaborate vulcan-neck-pinch of buttons to set, and for which I last saw the manual around the turn of the century – is once again correct as it is half the year. So that’s something.
10 thoughts on “saving my daylight”
Creepy. I never have trouble with time changes, and have always found it odd that people have issues with it. It’s an hour. Who notices?
This time change confused me because I was still actually awake when it happened. At a party. I’m not sure exactly when the time shifted or how. Only that at 2pm at some time- they stopped serving alcohol and the party still continued. It was strange.
Man did I appreciate the extra sleep though before that alarm clock went off this morning.
Given my current work schedule (what time is it?) I feel like springing back. I fall forward way too often.
At least I have the luxury of not having to change my battery-depleted clocks. Or the ones I don’t really pay attention to anyway.
I moved to AZ and got two hours added to my life. I always came back, so I’m still ahead (I blew them in a tittie bar tonight).
Whirly, WHO did you blow at a titty bar tonight? I’m not sure I’m trackin’ what you’re saying…
The clock on my bike computer is like that. It requires a full Vulcan mind-meld to set, so I just leave it on Daylight Savings all year. I figure that makes it correct for seven months and wrong for five.
And yes, the whole thing is disorienting in a very subtle way. And that’s what makes it so evil.
Oh I love the change of subject… Who exactly was having what fun in some little titty bar! That sounds like a conversation! Alright!
Beware of who you blow in titty bars. There’s some nasty things you can catch.
The time change messed with me. There’s something wrong when I get tired at 10 at night because my body thinks it’s 11.
I’m discombobulated from the time change for at least a week, and my kids get cranky too.
Like I need anything else to confuse me…
Ben Franklin and the two hours I gained . . . oh nevermind.
Fuck changing…my computer clock is accurate. I don’t have to reset anything. My clocks will be correct the next time a storm knocks them out and I HAVE to set them. Yeah. *calming down*