Time zones are theoretical. They are imaginary lines (usually dotted) drawn from the north to the south pole on most maps. If you cross over one of these spaces in our analog lives, your clock is supposed to reflect it by adding or subtracting an hour.
All of these theoretical lines intersect at the North Pole and Antarctica. Instead of having 24 time zones on the gigantic piece of frozen tundra at the southern-most point of the globe, mostly used by scientists and penguins, people decided Antarctica would have no official times zones.
We all live in Antarctica. Everything happens now in an interconnected world. During the Medieval period, it took a person of great intellect and imagination to think of other time zones; that it wasn’t noon all over the Earth. Now, it’s always noon, all the time, all day long, everywhere you go.
Why am I concerned with Antarctica now? Because we are all penguins and the sun is always beating down on us. Except, instead of sunlight, it’s the internet. It’s a shrunken world. It’s a system that no longer waits for people to have a hiatus from the web and this interconnection.
There is no more “offline.”
Snail mail is too slow, unless you are ordering shoes or something that only comes in atomic form.
Today, you don’t have to wait for the newspaper to publish your press release. Publish it yourself.
Ideas can go straight from your head to thousands of people in a matter of moments. It’s always noon, remember? It’s gotta be now.
A computer is connected to the internet all the time. So are humans.
Perhaps, cyborg-ness is our future. I leave that question to people much smarter than me.
For now, the whole world is in real time at our fingertips. And it’s begging for our input.
Look at the time. It’s noon already.