Wednesday, March 07, 2012

It's Not That I Can't Change the Clock

Approximately twice a year I whine about daylight savings.  I am down to one clock that requires my manual intervention, so it's not the hassle, it's the change.  Now, in most areas of my life I try to embrace or at least accept change.  I also attempt to embrace and accept nostalgia and tradition.  But some things are dumb.  As this op-ed (from last fall) points out, the reasons that people point to that we still engage in this antiquated practice are all, as far as I can tell, entirely useless. (By the way, click the link, there's a line about vampire work life balance.)  I'm not even particularly attached to standard or daylight time, I just don't understand why we can't pick one.  I mean, really, twice a year we try to change what time it is, if that isn't the height of control freakitude, I don't know what is.  Here's the deal.  Early is still early whether the sun is there - or over there.  And yes, I spend much of the winter whining that there is too much dark outside (what, there is!) but shifting the time it becomes officially dark does not change the fact that until we hit the solstice, it gets more dark.  And I do have things like lights, so I have a plan for attacking or combating the darkness.  While I have heard rumors that farmers like getting up in the light (and who doesn't) I feel certain that no one tells the chickens about the time change, so the farmers can work that out however they wish.  And if the amusement parks get more people when we're on daylight time, then fine, let's just call daylight time the official time.  Or standard.  Again.  I don't care.  I just want us to commit to a time.  Is that too much to ask? 
Perhaps I will just move to one of the states that doesn't participate. 

h/t to DCist for the link.