I could not let the one millisecond anniversary of my not posting here — or the one year mark of my posting last, as you like it — pass without some remark. Call me sentimental, I don’t care.
Since my last writing I have started, stopped and abandoned one post too many. Among my tomes of “unpublished rhyme” I have a fair bit that reflect on time and such things. For example:
I have drafts on everything ranging from my recollections of reading Time–The Next Source of Competitive Advantage years ago when working at NYNEX to a napkin-manuscript titled “No time like the present.” After laying around for a while, that draft ultimately fulfilled its intended purpose. It was used to clean up baby-slobber and, I might add, at the very moment it was needed most. Ah, fulfilled and unfulfilled all in the same instance — priceless, ain’t it?
I have been toying with the idea of “making time” to post here. But of course, time is never really the issue, is it? How easy it is to confuse the continuum of time with how we should prioritize our being — at once and at the same time — a part of it and apart from it.
On the subject of time then, and realizing the possibility that, indeed, there is no time — save for billable hours of course — let me point you to a few wonderful things to amuse you should you find yourself with time on your hands, or time to spare, or time to kill, or just maybe, no time to stop…enjoy!
Comebacks…