Promo video for I, Too, Am Harvard made by Ahsante Bean, Harvard College Class of 2015
We used to each exist in our own time.
A person’s awareness of time was unique to their surroundings and reliability of the nearest clock. One man’s 3:15 could be another woman’s 3:21 or another’s 3:11. We could set time to our own pace, ahead or behind, depending on how we best coped with its endless march.
The need for precision was scarce and instead we dealt more with phases of day; as mornings would lead to afternoons then melt to evenings before coming to night. Time was something that we kept and could seemingly do without whenever desired. Life was more than just keeping time.
But now time remains in perfect step with our daily lives. A culture of harmonic synchronicity, tapped forever with omnipresent satellite time.
We are always watching the clock. The time just keeps on moving.
140 words of your time… ~psd
…just your average group selfie.
How Netflix is changing the face of television…
White Northern Lights in Finland
…if this doesn’t change your perspective, nothing will.
…Bill saw it coming. Marketing has developed a culture of living, breathing, commercial exchange selling information for cash.
Imagine if Hicks had lived to see it…
"…and I bet you sleep like fucking babies at night, don’t you?"
"It’s about supporting the other person. And the corollary to that is if you concentrate on making other people look good then we all have the potential to look good. If you just worry about yourself, ‘How’m I doing? How’m I doing?’ …people are desperately trying to make their careers in isolation, independent of everyone around them. And I’ve always found that my career happened as a result of a tremendous synergy of all the talented people I’ve worked with, all helping each other, all connecting and reconnecting in different combinations. So it would seem identify talented people around you and then instead of going into competition with them or trying to wipe them out, make alliances, make creative friendships that allow you and your friends to grow together.”
Harold Ramis, 1944-2014