A few posts ago, I mentioned that this semester has flown by. My timing has been completely off, and it will be difficult to cover everything that I need to go over. One of my colleagues said that he is facing the same thing. It is as if the semester has been shorten. He also thought that previous semesters may have been longer, and this semester is the way it is supposed to be.
On top of all that, I saw Interstellar and its time warping plot. I will not spoil it for anyone, but it made me wish that I could slow down time. At least, I could get caught up on my lectures.
Between the feeling that time is flying and the viewing of the movie, time has been on my mind. Obviously that led me to all of the things that are related to time. You know, things like TIME magazine. Heck, it has time written all over it. Then, there is the Allman Brothers song, “Ain’t Wastin’ No More Time”. Better than that, who could forget the Isaac Hayes rendition of “By the Time I Get to Phoenix”? It is only 18 minutes long.
In the movie world, there is Fast Times at Ridgemont High with Phoebe Cates sending every young male into a testosterone-fueled frenzy.
Fast times. Man, that is the truth. I always heard that time goes by faster as you get older. I did not believe it, but I should have.
Maybe I could become a time bandit. You remember that movie, right? Time Bandits hit the screens the year before Phoebe Cates hit the hearts of all those young males. It starred Sean Connery, who was still trying to get away from his James Bond persona. Time finally allowed him to escape the clutches of 007.
It is a good thing that Charles Bronson was not after him because no one could escape the Man With the Harmonica in Once Upon a Time in the West. I wrote a post about Henry Fonda playing one of the baddest dudes in movie history, but he could not escape Bronson any better than the other people in that movie.
Of course, if you want to get serious about time, then you should read A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. Doctors once told him that his time was running out due to ALS. He fooled them.
Before I fool myself by thinking that something can be done to slow down time, I am going to stop writing and figure out how I am going to get all of this history covered before time runs out on the semester. Yep, “I Ain’t Wastin’ No More Time.”
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
A good time to listen to “The Circle Game.” 🙂
Always a good time for that.
Very timely coming as it does at a time when I’m grappling with the problem of ‘making’ more time. Everything seems to be rushing by so fast. And in my case, I mean that in a good way. I’m going after much with a frenzy that I haven’t known before.
It’s good to have the inspiration and drive to head quickly toward a goal.
Indeed. I just have found something in me to make that transition from ‘thinking about it’ to ‘doing it’ easily and quickly these days. Not overly concerned with standard notions of success and failure though.
And what do you know? I just read Marilyn’s post on “Time Is Too Short”. The ‘Universe’ is sending out a very strong signal this morning. About time I logged in my next post. 🙂
It’s destiny.
I often throw that “It’s your destiny” line in some imitation of the Emperor’s voice to annoy my wife. The Force does strange things to you, perhaps not always quite as intended.
How can she be annoyed by that?
Anybody would be if they heard me do that 😉
Mick and Keith were wrong — time is not on my side. Unless I could fly at the speed of light… But I don’t have time for that.
If time keeps flying, I may have my 19th nervous breakdown.
Coincidence? (Timing is everything). Just watched “Lucy” (the Movie) and a lot of it is about the Mystery / Illusion of time.
That is another great movie.
Is time a human construct or is the perception of the passing of time a human construct? Or simply that time-keeping devices are human constructs and the notion of time as a unit of measurement between events still exists. Migratory birds and hibernating animals know when they need to fly south and burrow into a hole for a few months…and this knowledge is arguably due to inner biological processes that have nothing to do with, “oh look, it’s that time of the year again…”
Cause they don’t have to look; they sense it.
I’ve wondered for quite a while why it is that the thirty minutes between the top of the hour to thirty minutes in feels longer than being at the half hour and waiting for the next “o’clock.”
I think it is strange for time to feel sometimes faster and sometimes slower. It is all too deep for me. I think I will call up Einstein and ask him.