Saturday, July 24, 2010
This is a sundial that my great-aunt is trying to make. This is a pretty impractical way to tell time, and just thinking about it lead me to thinking of how fruitless the enterprise of keeping track of time was. There are about twelve odd hours of daylight everyday, and its the same day over and over again forever. Knowing exactly how much of the day has passed is impractical because making a device that keeps track of time is sure to kill a considerable portion of it, and looking at the time every now and then only murders it more. Dammit, imma turning into time poleece. Everyone should sport a fuzzy but practical device. Like the time should only be vaguely accurate.