Wisdom from George

[Koliedrus]

Carlin, that is.


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I remember when they tried to teach me to tell time as a little boy. What they didn't know, of course, was that you don't tell time; time tells you. Still they tried.

"Now, George, the big hand is on..."

"I don't have a big hand. Both of my hands are little."

"Never mind. Just look at the clock."

And I did. It was wonderful. I love the face of a clock. To me, there is great emotion attached to the face of a clock. A conventional analog clock.

Digital clocks are all right in their place, I suppose, but they lack the friendly spatial relationships that exist between the hand and the numerals on an alalog clock.

There's a psychological component: to me, the fist half of any hour, as the minute hand falls from 12 to 6, passes a lot more quickly than the second half, when it has to struggle upward, fighting gravity all the way.

I'll say this much: If I had only half an hour to live, I'd want it to be the second half. I just know that it would last a little longer.
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Oyster-brain in a cookie jar.

[skalie]

I was wondering for a few years why time passed quicker as you get older, years seem to fly by.

A friend explained it to me......when you a are four a year is a quarter of your life, when you are thirty a year is merely a thirtieth, it's all relative.

That cleared that one up for me.

So can someone please explain why when you go for a trip somewhere, say 150 miles to visit someone, the return journey always seems to take less time?

[King Bastard]

<FONT COLOR="Red">Carlin is a masterful genious in a lot of ways. I have enjoyed his take on things for a long while now. A lot of people thought me weird for seeking out his early shit, like AM/FM, they thought something that old had no relevance in a comtempary setting. The are the poorer for not letting his words seep in.</FONT c>

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Borne of sin, C',mon in... Andre Linoge; Storm of the Century

[MAC]

<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by skalie:
So can someone please explain why when you go for a trip somewhere, say 150 miles to visit someone, the return journey always seems to take less time?

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You've already been there.
You know what to expect.
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hmm..I disagree...for me, the trip back, I am tired, wore out, and zoned out....by the time I snap back to the fact that I am actually driving home, I look down, see that I am going 100 miles and hour, and it has been 2 hours since I last took my eyes off the road. Basically...I'M TIRED AND WANT TO BE HOME! http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/biggrin.gif

Of course, that's just my opinion, I could be wrong.

Btw...george carlin is the man, like the story kol.

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" Three - legged Jeans.
Not as dumb as acid wash"

[Buddha's Penis!]

about the return-trip relativity: i have always noticed that a strip of about a half-hours length flys on the away trip and drags on the way back, but only recently realized why. it's because when you leave your house and begin the journey, you're fresh and alert and on an "adventure" and you're thinking of other things besides the scenery, but when you're coming back all you think is "almost home". you've been driving for hours and you know it will stop soon, but it's not soon enough.

did that makes sense?

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[Skeet]

<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by skalie:
I was wondering for a few years why time passed quicker as you get older, years seem to fly by.

A friend explained it to me......when you a are four a year is a quarter of your life, when you are thirty a year is merely a thirtieth, it's all relative.

That cleared that one up for me.
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Wow, thank you so much. Thats fucking awesome.

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By John Michael Greenwood
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