Twice a year we go through the ritual of changing our clocks. Every decade or so a politician will make a fuss about it. The fact is, we could do without it. It no longer serves its original function. But the truth is, it still serves a function. It enforces a convention over which we have no control. You cannot arbitrarally decide not to set your clocks back in the fall or forward every spring. Oh sure. A clock, here or there. But when you ask the time of another person, device or service, they assume that you’ve been subsumed by the cult of DST. It’s hard to imagine any other way. You’re just told the hours and minutes. No caveats. By the way, I’m telling you the time but I’m observing standard time because I’m not from a family of farmers. No. You are part of the collective and twice a year you are reminded of it. So I’ve got my checklist:
Microwave √
Toaster Oven √
Double Oven √
Coffee Maker √
Porch light √
Analog clock in each bathroom √
Analog clock in the sewing room √
Each car √
Every camera √
