A Brief History of Time
“What time is it?”
“Do you have the time?”
“I have no time.”
“We’re out of time.”
“How much time will it take?”
“What do you charge per hour?”
“Where did the time go?”
“It’s Showtime!”
Perhaps nothing defines modern existence, or at least my existence, as does the clock. The computer I’m writing this essay on has one tucked inside somewhere. So do the other five computers we own. My cell phone has one as does my PDA. I have one on my wrist and four or five more like it in my closet. There are another four in the kitchen including the ones blinking away on the oven and the microwave.
The VCR and DVD both have clocks. The television probably does as well. Each of our three portable telephones has a clock built in. Scattered about the walls of our
house are another three or four more. I know there’s another in the master bathroom. At least four of our lamps are connected to timers. The cars each have a clock and I’m sure if I looked I’d probably find one out in the garage somewhere.
As you would expect, there are also alarm clocks in the bedrooms. There are two in my daughter’s room, one of which more accurately qualifies as a “sound and time convergence device.” The other is in a small television set. My son has a conventional clock radio, a dismal assemblage of plastic bits that lights the night with outsized red numerals and greets the dawn with either a startling blahting sound or a noise that closely resembles the sound of music being played through a coffee can filled with rocks.
And then there is the Nakamichi SoundSpace 3 that has served as clock and entertainment device in our bedroom the past couple of years. It was a proud day when we brought this marvel of sound and technology home from the local electronics store. As Nakamichi’s own website proclaims . . .