The thing. Not the newsmagazine. ![]()
Some context: I just picked up a 1931 Bulova wristwatch. I happen to love Art Deco and have 4 or 5 watches from the early to mid 1930s. Either Bulovas or Gruens. With the help of my local ace watch repairman, they all keep fairly good time. Obviously given the vintage this and other Art Deco watches I will reference here are hand-wound items.
The watch I now have on my wrist again had been exposed to some magnetic fields. That was a real deal-killer for watches of this era. My guy made it right again.
In conversing with him, he shared how irritable/ jerkish some customers are when their watch doesn’t keep absolute time. Absolute as defined by matching it to their cell phone, which catches and updates the time from the towers, which by way of some fiber-optic handshaking get their time from the Naval Observatory Clock.
He opined that even if the owner of a more recent and pricey timepiece got to keep time within 3 minutes a week, some owners were irked by this. Even higher-end timepieces such as a solid Omega or Rolex will drift slightly. Perhaps a few minutes a year. Yes, you have crystals controlling the movement. But those movements are still mechanical and, well, any mechanical item has some tolerances it operates within.
We started talking about Time itself. How certain folk, certain personalities and ways of relating to their world, will be more compulsive about both their time management AND the hyper-accuracy of their timepieces.
I work in television. When making a live television event, everyone listening is aware when we are approaching The Moment/ Top Of The Hour, etc. Show rundowns are written out so that the realtime count at the far right column shows a fade-out at, say, 15:59:59:15. That last 15 is frames. 30 frames of video per second. It’s rare, but one will see a count that includes a 15-frame fade to zero before the network, or whoever, takes over.
These things are exacting because they kind of have to be. It’s 2025- nothing in my entire existence besides the start and stop times of television events has anything to do with deeply accurate time.
I live in NYC. The subways? Minutes of variance is the norm. Air travel? Please. Transit time including walking? Always inexact and buffer time is built in.
What else is there? If meeting someone in a public space at an agreed time, the best you can hope for is within a few minutes of the agreed-upon time. Heck- a lot of the time, one picks “Meet me under the big clock!” as a location. In NYC it could be the clock in the middle of the Great Room in Grand Central Terminal. And so on.
My relationship with time hasn’t ever been overly frantic. Big live events? Hmmmm. Surgery? Be there wicked early. It will take ROUGHLY 45-75 minutes. Give or take. Getting married? Sure we tried to start walking down the aisle at, say, 1pm exactly. If we held up a bit, so what?
In reading this so far, I am making myself sound more zen than I am. I’m the one frantic to get to the airport 2-3 hours early just in case. For a work call, 30 minutes early is on time and 15 minutes early is pushing it. Arriving at call time is late.
It’s a fundamental thing I try to work on. These wind-ups ( as much works of art as works of time tracking ) keep me on schedule. Do I peek at my cell phone during the day? Yeah. But I try not to very much.
I do own a few modern pieces. A Vaer, a couple of Timexs. They work just fine and really don’t drift, at least not to my eye. But they’re ugly as hell.
What’s your relationship with both time and the timepieces you employ in your daily life?