Quarter past indigo28 March, 2010
They say you can lose time. I went one better. I lost a clock.
Not any old clock, either. This clock was shiny*. It was made out of a LaserDisc, that strange offspring of the new optical storage technology and the old vinyl record format. Evidence suggests that I lost it somewhere in the move between Loughborough and Dublin. Maybe somebody ended up with it**, or maybe it just went to the same place as the bolts for my desk, Scott’s jar***, and the teddy bear pajamas I left in a motel in America aged five.
Anyway, I am not one to dwell on the loss of a clock. I made another one. In the process, I have rendered one more copy of ABBA In Concert unplayable, and thus**** done the world a favour. I personally will enjoy it much more as a clock, anyway.
There is just one problem with this kind of clock: should I ever try to use it to actually find out the time, I will be distracted by the pretty diffraction, and will end up late for whatever it was I wanted to know the time for. I apologise in advance if this affects you.
* apart from the bit where it was labelled, as part of a vocabulary-learning exercise, in Spanish and possibly also in lojban.
** in which case, please keep it. But I would be interested to know where it went.
*** don’t ask
**** according to my maybe slightly skewed set of values.