This past month, as part of a discussion about time, I did the calculation and realized I just turned a billion seconds old a couple of days ago. (I think?) A billion seconds is technically 31.7097919838 years (plus a couple of other decimal points after that), so its hard to find the exact time of the day.
It’s wild the difference between “million” and “billion.” It’s unfortuante that they sound so familiar. A million seconds is only 12 days.
Time is weird. Our lives are weird. And long. And short.
Anyways, billionaires shouldn’t exist, unless they are billionaires of seconds. Then I hope we all will be.
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July was frustrating, tepid, but also fun. Looking back, it was full of:
Resume writing, Yankees v Jays, Grand Leisure Karaoke Bar, getting wet at Niagara Falls, Djaying a friend’s wedding, quick catchups with friends, picking up 3D print files at the library, strolls through the Wolseley Farmer’s market, bike through Shaghnessy Park, hangs with friends at Bonnie Day, Cantonese haircut, Espresso Tonics at Sally Anne, Beer Can bump ins, Costco with Dad, Anniversary meal, Critical Mass at City Hall, Alleyways Market, Pizzas Galore, Omas B-day, setting up Ivar shelves, seeing “52 Stories”, DND improv show, power going out at Natural Cycle, watching a show where one person play all six wives of Henry VIII, jumping into the river, playing games with family late into the night, playing a round robin tournament of Cornhole, smoky drives to Fete, saying goodbye to friends, shooting cafe photos.
Enjoy the photos,
Michael, not Mike
