29 October 2007
On the general subject of Daylight Saving Time, I've always tended to agree with Robertson Davies, who, in his guise as Samuel Marchbanks, blamed the whole premise on "the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy and wise in spite of themselves." At least our computers can make the switch more or less transparently, though some patching was required this year, no thanks to Congress; I suspect that every last bit of energy that was supposed to have been "saved" was consumed in downloading those patches.
And some things evidently never did get patched. The phone system at 42nd and Treadmill has reverted to Standard Time, even though the server that administers it is a Wintel box that's still on DST for the next week. I am, of course, delighted that the demented souls who always pop into the customer-service queue at one second past 8 am will have to cool their heels until the time is adjusted.Posted at 7:37 AM to Dyssynergy