Time, and some ramblings

It's amazing how time flies and how little I accomplish. The day of month markings on my La Swiss watch, an automatic—which means it uses the kinetic energy of the wearer's swaying arms to store, then power the movement, rather than rely on batteries—really reinforces this sad admission. While we're all use to looking at our analog watches and noting how far along we are in the half-day by the angle of the hour hand, using the full circle of the watch dial to represent a month is altogether sobering. In the photo to the left, the date hand, tipped by the red crescent, points at the 30th (click on the image to enlarge). I have to ask myself what, if anything, noteworthy happened during the full circuit. Well, I had my birthday. But that required no effort on my part. I can almost get coffee from Starbucks without flubbing up, no small feat for me, but ultimately, so what. I started blogging... Okay, one exclamation mark for March; that'll have to do.

I have made it policy to learn something new everyday. That counts for a bit, I suppose. Biscotti means twice cooked, which explains the dryness. Oscar, in the culinary world means a dish topped with crab meat in a hollandaise sauce. Walt Whitman found inspiration from suffering. Rugby tops are in again.

On the topic of watches, follow this link to view a 24 hour astronaut's watch, which means one full 360° swing of the hour hand per 24 hours (day). I've also seen watches that have the second hand make two full sweeps, 720° per minute.

There, an almost happy entry. I'll post my thoughts about 9/11 some time soon.

After work, I took the above snap of the watch, and then went for a walk with Betty and Shaula to the local London Drugs to get some exercise and catch some rays. Never made it into the store but did pick up some pastries and two slices of pizza, which Shaula gobbled up on the walk back home. Couldn't find anything to take to Monica tomorrow; everything is either sweet or made with milk products. Matthew was conked out and sleeping at my parents'.