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Why does time go faster on the weekends than during the week?
Spent the first part of the weekend reading through the first hundred pages of Longeye. Found the place where the story-so-far wobbled, and unkinked it, then added some new words. Did the interview in Second Life, in which technology again asserted its superiority over the rolannis of this world, and! I did some filing before the pile fell off the top of the file cabinet and killed somebody. Also found time to watch Arsenic and Old Lace, which I had not previously seen. Let me just say? I adore Aunt Abby.
Those few things accomplished, I look up to find that it's Sunday evening, a school night, so I cannot stay up until two a.m. writing. Or, I could. But it wouldn't be pretty, tomorrow. Oh, my, no...
Snow called for Monday night and snow and ice on Tuesday. Didn't we do that last week?
Progress on Longeye:
30462 / 100000 words.
30% done!
Those few things accomplished, I look up to find that it's Sunday evening, a school night, so I cannot stay up until two a.m. writing. Or, I could. But it wouldn't be pretty, tomorrow. Oh, my, no...
Snow called for Monday night and snow and ice on Tuesday. Didn't we do that last week?
Progress on Longeye:
30% done!
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The week goes relatively slowly in comparisson to the weekend going by too quickly. (?)
Me too.
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Do you remember those funny pictures of space-time with a florescent orange framework at the point of view is speeding past? Well, the framework is built of events of interest. And what happens is that during the week, such events are few and far between, while during the weekend, they are jammed as close as you can get them. So, as the theory of relativity tells us, when you're happy, a day goes by in a flash, but when you're dragging, a minute can seem like a mile.
Now, for the extracredit points, the student may explain black holes in human time, preferably without mentioning relatives such as Uncle Freddy, even though he is a pure waste of time. :-)
Uncle Fred
I never had an Uncle Fred, but I named my first kid after his Grand Fathers- Frederick Thomas.
He is far from boring....course none of MY relatives are boring. His Grand Father, Fred is excruciatingly boring. Very much like a black hole.
How did you know?
Obviously, I failed to take that course in Physics that was offered in HS. I didn't have ......enough time. I did the reading on my own, on the bus ride to and from school. I love science, but what I know about black holes is strictly Doctor Who. LOL
Re: Uncle Fred
Well, possibly, but without the flashing bars, and I like the flashing bars? :-)
Fred's seem to be black holes in many families.
Doctor Who seems like a good authority on black holes. There was that Disney flick, too, but I didn't see it . . .
Reading on your own - and probably thinking too? Okay, I'll give you an A for that!