A hundred-year milestone passed by us yesterday. For a moment it was 11:11 on 11/11/11. It’s a silly thing to mark when you really stop to think about it. The way we measure the passing of time is such a cultural experience. After all, it’s only because we mark time using the Gregorian calendar (rather than the Julian or any other calendar) that we’ve arrived at this date and time when we have. In the infinite universe there is no such thing as November 11th 2011.
But, even with this information in my head, I still took a moment to marvel at the moment as it passed. It won’t happen again for 100 years – and it’s likely that no one currently alive will remember both occurrences. That makes it special I suppose.
And aside from that, why do we care about something so seemingly insignificant? (Maybe you don’t personally care at all and paid no attention, but millions of other people did). I think humans like to find patterns in life. So much of what happens around us feels random and unordered. These little numbers bring the chaos into line, just for a moment. That’s how it seems to me anyway. It was very satisfying to look at my phone and see all those ones in a row, nice and neat.
The Secret Life of Bebe 
Remembrance day: 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month…. so I was clock watching (for the 1 minute silence) ….. and yes, I got a little buzz out of it. 🙂