I thought the snippet of Chaucer’s line was appropriate for this particular discussion of men’s accoutrements…
Time marches on, and the world, and everything in it, changes. The featured image of this short post is a shot of a beautiful gold wristwatch given to me as a Christmas gift (our final Christmas together before her passing) by my life partner, Dee Dee. The dynamic of the giving and receiving of this precious gift encapsulates the whole point of this particular post. Smartwatches are the timepieces people wear nowadays – high-tech PEDs that keep their wearers tethered to the internet and the digital supercell of constantly changing, constantly increasing nebulous data. But the gift of this gold watch – which boasts no high-tech capabilities beyond the precision movement that allows its hands to sweep across its face and accurately and faithfully report the time and date – is a notion from another time. My admiration of the piece, and Dee Dee’s admiration of that admiration, issues from a shared mindset informed by our forbears, who came straight out of The Greatest Generation. Both of our fathers fought in WWII, made it home alive, and married our mothers. Then raised us. Men who wore time on their wrists, so they knew of the hour at any time of the day or night, fulfilled their responsibilities to their wives and their families. The passing of those hands across the numerals on their watch faces served as a constant reminder of each and every aspect of those responsibilities, which they proudly took on and gladly fulfilled. Time to go to work. Time to pick up the kids from school. Time to go to church. Supper time. Those capable hands could be wrapped around a steering wheel, a pipe wrench, or a Thanksgiving carving knife, while the wristwatch’s own hands chronicled the elapsing trajectory of a life being honorably lived.
And if a man’s wristwatch made a fashion statement, even better. It was, after all, a vessel of the passing hours, the ark of a ceaseless and inexorable covenant. Wristwatches were often designed with a beauty refelective of their import. But ultimately, these devices, as gorgeously crafted and fashionable as many may have been, were worn on those thick wrists for one main purpose: to keep their wearers steadfast and true. The wristwatch connected its wearer to his obligations, familial and otherwise. And in the case of Dee Dee’s dad and mine, and others from their generation, those obligations were taken seriously and always honored. A man’s wristwatch was the embodiment of its wearer’s integrity and sense of responsibility.
The dawning of the digital age has brought with it a new aesthetic and new sensibilities with respect to the passing of time, and humankind’s reaction to it. The minimalist appearance of a smartwatch, in stark contrast to the overt celebration and ornamental manifestation of mechanical hour-keeping craftsmanship inherent in a wrist-worn timepiece, belies the device’s technical capabilities. Smartwatches are wrist-worn computers. Their appearance is of nugatory consequence. It’s what they can do, where they can lead, that is of the utmost importance to their wearers. The digital vistas that gape just beyond the keyhole of a smartwatch’s screen (they have screens, not faces) hold their wearers – their users – in what can only be described in some cases as unassailable thrall. The notion of wearing time – and time alone – as a tangible code of ethics and duties (and, perhaps to a lesser extent, a fashion statement) on one’s wrist is as far removed from the collective mindset of today’s smartwatch movement as a crater on the dark side of the moon.
Thinking is entirely different today than it was during my father’s time. This is not unexpected. Throughout humankind’s history, advances in technology have wrought corresponding cuItural and moral changes. But I do wonder how different the actual wiring of the modern mind is from that of Dee Dee’s father’s mind, or from my dad’s. Or, for that matter, from my own. What matters to today’s conscious mind is what can be gotten – information, entertainment, investment, and how much, what kind, how fast – by virtue of the technology worn on a wrist. Human reactions to a portable microprocessor’s delivery of sensory input have become reflexive. It’s almost as if the technology has become a physical extension of the human body. Is the architecture of the human brain evolving right along with that technology? Where there was once emotive impetus associated with the wristwatch’s simple telling of the time to its wearer, there are now biomechanical/biochemical reactions from modern individuals to the streams of digitally generated visual data. A smartwatch screen stimulates its wearer at the neural level.
Are there any more days of watching the scenery from the window of a train trundle by, while the time of the miles rolling out ahead and behind is marked by a simple glance at the hands of a wristwatch? Is there time left for the assurance that the passing minutes, marked by the “tick-tick-tick” of that reliable piece of watchmaker’s craftsmanship, bring the weary traveler closer to his loved ones waiting for him at home? Do such assurances matter anymore? What does time measure today?
With respect to these questions, I am certain of only two things : 1) Time definitely does not wait for anyone, and 2) They don’t build wristwatches like they used to.
See you next time.
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