{"id":216,"date":"2006-07-15T23:53:44","date_gmt":"2006-07-16T06:53:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stevegerber.wpengine.com\/?p=216"},"modified":"2006-07-15T23:53:44","modified_gmt":"2006-07-16T06:53:44","slug":"a-brief-history-of-time-dilation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/?p=216","title":{"rendered":"A Brief History of Time Dilation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t think much about the ex anymore.<\/p>\n<p>No, really.<\/p>\n<p>Her name comes up occasionally in conversation, the talk moves on, and that&#8217;s that.  No big emotions, no big deal.<\/p>\n<p>However, in the last few days, I finally decided I didn&#8217;t like living in an apartment which, six months after move-in, still looks like a Box Brothers store. So I&#8217;ve been making an effort to get the rest of my shit unpacked. That process entailed *repacking* some paperwork and a few stray possessions that need to be shipped to her, on the off-chance that some of it may be important. Also because I promised I&#8217;d send it, and I&#8217;d consider myself a mean sucky bastard if I just threw it away. (Not that I don&#8217;t aspire to mean sucky bastardhood, but chucking her stuff seems too petty a way to earn the designation.)<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, handling these artifacts did produce an unwelcome emotional response: acute irritation, directed not at the ex but at Albert Einstein.<\/p>\n<p>The passage of time *is* relative, not only to physical position and velocity but to geographical distance and psychological states.<\/p>\n<p>Major news flash, I know.<\/p>\n<p>Still, something galls me about the fact that, from what little I know of her life since the breakup, she&#8217;s moved on &#8212; and on &#8212; and on. To her, I&#8217;m almost certainly an ancient tale written in fading ink on crumbling papyrus. To me, she&#8217;s a month-old issue of *Time*; the news is stale, but the ads are probably still valid.<\/p>\n<p>My point, I suppose, is that time dilation is a bitch.<\/p>\n<p>And then you die.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t think much about the ex anymore. No, really. Her name comes up occasionally in conversation, the talk moves on, and that&#8217;s that. No big emotions, no big deal. However, in the last few days, I finally decided I didn&#8217;t like living in an apartment which, six months after move-in, still looks like a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-216","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/216","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=216"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/216\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=216"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=216"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stevegerber.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=216"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}