Forget about the Anova's timer. It's utterly useless, as many people here have pointed out. Use a kitchen timer, an alarm clock, or your phone, whatever. Any of these work better.
My wife wrote this poem back in 2005. Maybe Anova's programmers should read it.
Day and night, my ears are tuned in to their call. The voices will not cease until I rise and serve.
They call me from the deepest sleep, from chatter and embrace. Ablutions nor cookery excuse me from response.
Their voices are many: email ping, trill of seven phones; songs and signs of printer, fax, freezer, fridge;
diverse alarms and doorbells;
oven, stove, stereo;
CD, MP3, DVD and plasma screen.
In times of failing power, seven times seven distress calls beep and flash.
They are high priests of our digital universe; it is both duty and privilege to serve.
And in turn they serve us well. Hot coffee, clean clothes, fast food meet needs of body and of mind. But these high priests fulfil a deeper need: they tell us who we are and what to do.
The sweat of our brows do we sacrifice to their purchase, power and good repair. For they fill our silence, light the dark and stir us from the stillness wherein we may fear death.
Verily until the end of our days will we serve the priests and through them praise the one true profit god, embracing each new revelation with hard-earned cash and hungry heart.
— © Jocelyn Thompson July 2005