TIME

wow, i'm actually getting into some kind of rhythm. i've written in my journal 5 out of the last 7 days, and have posted something on here almost every day. however, the 2 don't / won't necessarily coincide; for instance, my journaling today was rather soporific, so for today's post, i'm digging into the old journals again__where, by the way, i'm finding LOTS of REALLY good stuff!
this one is from 6/23/05:

TIME.
lack of time.
why is there never enough of it?

living in NYC, even without full-time work, there is never enough time to do everything i want to. at least that's the way it seems. but, perhaps for too long i have been having a relationship with time in a negative sense. (father time?)

perhaps i need to expunge that timeless (ha!) and eternal cliche in parentheses above__of time as having a masculine quality. perhaps i need to start to embrace a new conception of time, as the schedulistic (?) embodiment of the feminine. that might work better for one such as myself: a libra; a devotee of eros; a lover of women. one for whom the masculine no longer represents my best interests.

(that's the end of the original post; i actually have quite a few new ideas coming to me right now; unfortunately, though, the people who call the shots in this culture [read: the people who cut the paychecks] are totally in line with father time, and i don't have time to write any more, as i have to get to work. one last question, though... they make grandfather clocks, right? is there such a thing as a grandmother clock?)

Comments

love it. I like the idea of a grandmother clock. instead of chiming, it would say what time it was: time to eat, time to sleep, time to do laundry, time to give kisses to your honey bear... time to go to work. in the most loving voice possible. :)

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