With the arrival of 2009, the concept of time passing has been on my mind.  I’ve come to realize that the concept of time is nothing but a means of structure and keeping in contact with one other.  I mean, you can’t tell someone to meet you at 6 miles — you have to tell them 6pm (thank you, Woody Allen – in Anything Else – for that fabulous comparison).

Not two hours before I watched that film last night (sidebar – I totally rocked out this New Year’s Eve with NY pizza and a trio of Woody Allen films) I was joking with my friend, Stephanie, on our trip to get vodka essentials for the evening that I was going to stop using the conventional measurements of time and see what happened.

I have all these clocks that I never bother to read because they are not, in fact, digital.  But in my opinion, clocks are too precise anyway.  I, for one, do not want to know the time down to the second.  It makes me neurotic and OCD; trying to fit 30 hours into a 24 hour day.  Trying to beat the clock.  But you can’t beat time.  It’s fluid and transient.

Regardless, clocks are still beautiful which may be why I have a growing collection.  They divide the rotations of the earth in its movement around the sun.  They mathematize nature which reveals that everything is connected.  It’s all formulated and exactly as it should be.  It’s beauty and perfection at its simplest.

(*note: I also have a sweet ass tire clock in my kitchen that is not pictured.  It has a wrench and a screwdriver as the hands.  Just thought you should know.)