Calendar Conundrum

Time is Not on Your Side

In a bookstore yesterday, I clocked a stack of calendars going for 90% off. Albeit, it’s February, and calendars have about as much shelf life as the bananas one  buys in a fit of virtuousness in the produce aisle, only to watch them blacken on the countertop. But still, the rest of the year is on clearance.

Time used to be money. Now no one knows what either are other than we have neither. Which is why getting a whole year as a calendar for 10% the usual rate seems a little undervalued. When it comes to the denominations of time, a year—though less than a decade, century or millennium—is still worth more than the chump change we feed parking meters, right? Save the coins for minutes and hours. I don’t have time to change my time-to-change ratio.

Time is the one currency we’re allotted by fate—we can’t acquire any more of it, and we often spend it unwisely (think hangovers, Jerry Bruckheimer films, the DMV). We get what we get, and we never know how much that is …