I’ve been lost today; lost ever since about 1:20 this afternoon. Lost? Yes, lost. As someone strapped for time, I schedule my day in advance and then fit things in on the fly, all of which demands an accurate, up-to-the-second chronograph. As luck would have it, the band on my watch broke today, causing it to fall from my arm and crash onto the ground. My watch is okay; my brain, however, is not.
   Boy George wasn’t kidding when he sang the line “time won’t give me time.” I keep turning to my wrist, expecting a date and time report; alas, it is no longer there. I’m merely wasting energy. I feel almost naked without my watch - it never leaves my wrist for more than ten minutes at a time, and it’s been several hours since it has weighed down my left wrist.
   Sure, I can look at my phone, it’s GPS-locked via the tower to the NIST Cesium clocks out there in Colorado, but it’s just not the same as watching the little second hand tick round and round the iridescent face of my silver watch. My phone doesn’t tick (unless I call WWV, which wastes batteries, minutes, and introduces ~500mS delay). Plus the analog feel of a traditional watch, fused with a digital display for the date and other time zones…it meshes with my personality in a way that my other electronic devices yearn to.

I could pull a Flava Flav and wear a clock on a chain around my neck - I always thought that was one of the coolest things ever…

Today’s Post Brought To You By: ABC’s Poison Arrow from the album The Lexicon Of Love.

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