now here is an absolutely true story and relates to the arbitrary nature of time.
in 2007, shortly before leaving NY (Western NY, it's different) i bought a watch at the local public market for $10. It was Huge, Platinum colored, with fake diamonds all around, and on the face a picture of Fifty-Cent, and the words "Fifty-Cent"...(for all of you urban dialect majors, the correct pronunciation is Fitty-sent.)
I wore it around a couple of days, and soon began answering anyone who would ask me what time it was (i swear this watch was a beacon for anyone in a hurry, or sans cell phone) with the same answer, as non-chalantly as possible while showing them the watch face "It's Fitty-sent time".....then walk away, or smile and continue on as if i was absolutely certain, that it was indeed, fitty-sent time.
The Airport was even more fun, as my fellow travelers would ask, get my now pat response, then ask again, only to be told in a much louder voice, "It's Fitty-SENT time, i just told you, do you want me to put a cap in yo' ass?"
that almost sorta got me in trouble with the airport people but i explained i was referring to my hat.
when we got to reno, every bum on virginia wanted to see my watch, , did i have a quarter, do i need any meth, and ask what time it was....i gave a full flying crunking "It's fitty-sent time" much to the chagrin of my girlfriend who had already had enough of my now running joke.
after 3 or four days on the playa, the rest of the camp had started to send anyone who asked what time it was to me, the keeper of the Time, which of course was, "Fitty-sent" time...
this only got more ridiculous because you know how people on the playa are...*
"what time is it?'
*uh-uh-uh-crunk-crunk*" it's Fitty-Sent time!!"
"Fitty-Sent? Fitty SENT? oh shit, Hey Honey, what time are we supposed to be at that cocktail party because it's already Fitty-sent time"
"dont worry, we're fine, the party is at half past Ludacris"
(*true, actual banter)
on sunday, we were setting up to serve bloody mary's to the citizens of black rock city (an annual event at root society, sunday morningish) when we realized somehow we had no ice...
how can you serve 1000 bloodies with no ice....cant do it...
we panicked, we ran to all the ice stations...
nothing....nada....not even a sno-cone from the sno-cone guys.
as a last resort i remembered that center cafe has an ice truck they keep in the back for the cafe (i worked as a volunteer trash guy a couple years) and begged the cafe contessa for just a bag, just one bag, please, pretty please, i then promised her i would give her most most precious possession. she eyed me up and down and then slyly said "Ok, but if your lying, or give me some piece of crap swag, i'm gonna beat your ass!"
i handed over the watch.
her eyes immediately lit up and looked at me and KNEW that it was indeed, my most prized possession, and when i asked her what time it was, it was if we had one of those moments, she screamed out "It's FIFTY_CENT TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!" and started dancing around.
so yes, i like your idea, no i dont relly have any of your list of stuff you need, but i will file it under "look for" in my garbage picking oriented mind.
by the way, does anyone know what time it is?