Time, and those who know her (Not I)

(Warning: this post is a revving engine that ultimately fails to go anywhere.)

I like thinking about the genders we assign to various Ideas (like Earth, Oceans, the Moon, and so on). In this addled state, I can only think of Time referred to as male. For the immediate purposes, I'm breaking type and calling it by feminine terms. Somewhere in the great human unconscious, there are long lists of adjectives (sometimes contradictory) that imply one gender or another. At the moment, I cant really think of what to ascibe to Time, but perhaps my strange state of mind is evidence enough that she's one whacked out dame.

But I only have myself to blame, broken mirrors.

Right now I have a hard time saying what is one day and what is another. Perhaps this is some play on "time is an illusion" and "days are artifical".

Not that the rising and setting of the sun (aka: turning of the earth) is artificial, but our perception of it.

For the past week, I've pretty much been going to sleep when I'm tired and waking up when I'm not. Not only is my sleep schedule at odd hours, it's also inconsistent from day to day. "Day to day" I say, when one period of waking straddles midnight fairly evenly.

It's 9am, and I'm preparing for bed, having been up since about 6pm. How many hours did i sleep? Have I gotten more or less sleep than usual in the past week? I can't really answer these questions, but a point has been reached in the experiment that I'm not sure I want to go back to "normal". I have a job, so I will eventually, but not quite yet, I hope.

While I maintain that I am primarily a nocturnal creature, I also maintain that my prime sleeping hours are also my prime should-be-at-work hours. Even if I've only gotten about five hours of sleep, I find myself waking easily at sundown. Waking and, while I might be tired, I'm not sleepy.

I get up. I work. (Not job-work, but project-work.)

These days (how do you count them?) I'm in a phase of complex, geometric, physical work. The kind where I focus best with the TV on for companionship. (L&O, Dead Like Me, CSI. House is next.) In my way, I'm prolific. The fruits of my labor impress me. I want to take photos, but I'll be sleeping through the sun's prime hours again. Rue the day! (again that word I cannot connect with! I know I work "tomorrow", but in some ways it's still yesterday.)

"And so it goes/nobody knows/how to get to the sky/how to get to the sky"

I wonder if I do more work this way, or if I do less. Both are true, and both truths are illusions.

Somebody quantify personal time, and get back to me. Then I'll decide if I want to live with my uncertainty and illusions.

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This is an update blog, and updates are that I still have a couple things to do before we're out of beta (namely catch a strong sun while my batteries (biological and camera-related) are charged). But I started a blog of links. None of this deep stuff, but the silly, the cool, the interesting, the thought provoking, and the et cetera that I wander across.