Welcome to the Podiatry Arena forums, for communication between foot health professionals about podiatry and related topics.
You are currently viewing our podiatry forum as a guest which gives you limited access to view all podiatry discussions and access our other features. By joining our free global community of Podiatrists and other interested foot health care professionals you will have access to post podiatry topics (answer and ask questions), communicate privately with other members (PM), upload content, view attachments, receive a weekly email update of new discussions, earn CPD points and access many other special features. Registered users do not get displayed the advertisments in posted messages. Registration is fast, simple and absolutely free so please, join our global Podiatry community today!
If you have any problems with the registration process or your account login, please contact contact us.
**************************************************
Kevin A. Kirby, DPM
Adjunct Associate Professor
Department of Applied Biomechanics
California School of Podiatric Medicine at Samuel Merritt College
"As a baby time crawled, and a child time walked, as a man time ran, as I older grew, time flew" I am sure that I have misquoted, but this was in my prayer book as a boarding school boy in the UK. I think it was found written on the inside of a church clock in Chesterfield, UK. The point is that we do not see or preceive time as an absolute quantity, we perceive it as a proportion of our own lives. Vis: the time from Xmas to Xmas as a 5 YO seemed huge; right now I have just finished washing up from last years, and am now planning this years. Time is an odd quantity, and I think this perception underpins what you are (quite correctly) saying. Rob
__________________
Honorary Research Associate, Institute for Human Evolution, University of Witwatersrand
Adjunct Associate Professor (Human and Comparative Anatomy), University of Western Sydney
Fellow of The Centre For Human Biology, The University of Western Australia
"Please God, deliver me whole from Creationists......."
"As a baby time crawled, and a child time walked, as a man time ran, as I older grew, time flew" I am sure that I have misquoted, but this was in my prayer book as a boarding school boy in the UK. I think it was found written on the inside of a church clock in Chesterfield, UK. The point is that we do not see or preceive time as an absolute quantity, we perceive it as a proportion of our own lives. Vis: the time from Xmas to Xmas as a 5 YO seemed huge; right now I have just finished washing up from last years, and am now planning this years. Time is an odd quantity, and I think this perception underpins what you are (quite correctly) saying. Rob
A a child, I never understood how my parents could say that time went by so fast for them. I remember that it took what seemed like an extremely long time for a full year to go by when I was a child (the last few day before Christmas took what seemed like forever!). Now, there are only five months left to 2012 and I don't know where the time went this year. I now know what my parents were talking about....only took me 45 years to figure it out.
__________________
Sincerely,
Kevin
**************************************************
Kevin A. Kirby, DPM
Adjunct Associate Professor
Department of Applied Biomechanics
California School of Podiatric Medicine at Samuel Merritt College
For those interested, here is a pdf copy of my article in the August 2012 issue of Podiatry Today magazine.
__________________
Sincerely,
Kevin
**************************************************
Kevin A. Kirby, DPM
Adjunct Associate Professor
Department of Applied Biomechanics
California School of Podiatric Medicine at Samuel Merritt College
Being about ten years further down the line than you I am possibly even more aware of the accelerating nature of the passage of time. However for a considerable number of years now I have viewed myself and others as containing coexistent youthful and older components. As each year passes the youthful part reduces and the older part augments but no matteer how old one is there is always a youful part, no matter how small (I hope). A good example of this phenomenon at work is to look at photos of youself taken say four or five years ago. When they are first taken I am acutely aware of how old I look and when I look at them five years later I am always astounded at how youthful I look.
Re- the question of why we perceive time to pass more quickly as we get older, I remember discussing the subject with Steve Urry (where is he now)about fifteen years ago. Steve asked the question and my immediate response was, its because as we get older we forget more and more of the detail that surrounds events and it is the richness of detail that gives volume to our sense of time passing. Steve considered that it is because as we get older any period of time becomes a smaller and smaller part of our total lives, eg when you are one year old a week is 1/52nd of your life but when you are 50 years old it is only 1/2600th of your life. At the time I thought Steve was absolutely right and I was absolutely wrong. Now I think that it may contain elements of each and a whole lot more besides.
I still make laughable attempts at running and regularly and more and more frequently (running once a week I can go for four weeks before being sidelined by injury) injure myself. The recuperation time lengthens (this time it's about six months) and the running speed reduces but that madness is still there. Knowing everything that Kevin says about offering advice to patients I hope I never take it myself. The body and head are not in sync. and I hope they never are.
Imagine. somewhere in the far distant future you are sitting in your wheelchair. You casually ask one of the carers if you could take a trip down memory lane by trying on your old running shoes. Shoes in place the youth on the inside launches the withered frame out of the wheelchair and into oblivion. What a way to go.
My niece worked as a carer for a time. She helped one of her old ladies to the loo and while sitting on the loo the lady swung her right arm wildly crying out 'nice shot'. My niece thinks that the old lady thought she was playing tennis. Imagine that our lifes are just that sort of hallucination. Whatever we think we are doing, in reality, we are sitting on the loo deficating.