Monday, January 30, 2012


I have been away from the phone, the TV, the radio and the computer for most of the day. I have had the wickedest headache. One of those that just wipes you out. Wasting a day - no work & no play, really sucks.

I did get out to pick Liam up from school. As usual he said something that got me to thinking. Cheerfully, he looked at me, as he strapped on his seat belt, snot running down his nose, and said "Why does time fly so fast on Saturdays and the weekends?" My answer was Saturdays are not  really faster than the present. It just feels that way. It is like a watching a never boils. Time slows down because you are bored...much like schools. If you are doing something you like, you escape from Time and it rushes by.

 Which of course led to a why? The answer, according to an article on Gizmodo,  lies in your brain's ticking clock—an elusive, inexact, and easily ignorable clock.

It got me to thinking about time flying, wasting time, lack of motivation and how precious every single waking moment should be. How we take it all for granted. Let us face reality, we do not know when or where, but death will surely come for us all!

For Liam, life has not begun to pick up speed. For many of  us the weekends have long stopped running into each other, now the years are tripping by at the speed of time. My oldest guy is going to be 13 this year! I can not fathom it at all. When I was seventeen, I was out the door of my parents house, gone for good. Wow! So much to explore and experience.

More and more the names on the obituary column are people I know directly, or are relatives of friends.  My best friend from college died in a vehicle accident back in 1990. Jim was one of the most fun loving, easy going and honest people I have ever met. 22 years ago. Again, where does the  time fly? I have this feeling that time is going faster than me.

 Neuroscientist David Eagleman of Baylor College of Medicine says one therory is that when you experience something for the very first time, more details, more information gets stored in your memory. Think of your first kiss...the touch of the lips, the excitement, the taste, the smell — everything about this moment is novel — you aren't embroidering a bank of previous experiences, you are starting fresh.

The list of encoded memories is so dense, reading them back gives you a feeling that they must have taken forever. But that's an illusion. "It's a construction of the brain," says Eagleman. "The more memory you have of something, you think, 'Wow, that really took a long time!'

I wonder how the brain deals with the finite, knowing that you are going to die, does time slow down or speed-up?  I take solace from knowing that my life didn't begin at birth and it won't end at death.

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