So I just looked at the clock and saw it was 3:30
and wondered how the hell that happened. Did SNL really suck up that much of my
life tonight? (It was bad, but not the train wreck I’d hoped for.)
Then, Einstein that I am, I realized it was the
effects of Daylight Saving Time (not “Savings,” as we all say) and that “lost”
hour was suddenly in perspective.
So, even though I don’t have an extra hour to write
a post – I mean, I want to get to bed before 4 am -- at least I’m not a victim
of a spell of some kind.
Of course, I could have been abducted by aliens and
lost an hour in the process.
It could happen.
Anyway …
“Moving on” has been on my mind tonight. Even
though I’ve got five weeks left in “The Speakeasy” (have I mentioned it?), I’m
starting to prepare myself that my time there is almost over – for this round
anyway. (I may or may not go back, depending on whether they want me and if I
have the time.) There are some career things I’m thinking of transitioning on,
and, well, my birthday is coming up.
My birthday is always a melancholy time for me. I
haven’t told a lot of people about this (not that it’s private; it just doesn’t
come up), but my mother died the day before I turned 31, and in the years
since, March 17 and 18 have always had a bit of a cloud over them. It’s not
that I don’t enjoy my birthday; but it’s just different for me.
Up until that year, I always felt a little
different on my birthday. It was “my day,” and there was just a certain feeling
to it; the best I can describe it as was a vibration. But in all the years
since, it hasn’t been there.
But, regardless, I feel like things are moving a
little. I’ve been consistent about the posting here, and feel like that’s going
to have some effect of some kind. One way or another, I expect to see some new
career challenges and/or opportunities, I’ll be directing again soon, and will finally
be doing one of my Chekhov translations – even if it is just a reading.
I dunno. Maybe it’s just all this reading I’ve been
doing on Philo Farnsworth; how this farm kid from Utah, who had no real scientific
training (beyond his high school science classes and the reading he did on his
own), invented electronic television; how he persevered against all odds and
gave the world an indispensible gift. (I think even my friends who claim to “no
longer watch TV” would agree with that.) Even with the nadirs it’s capable of
hitting (Speaking of SNL …), it can still give us instant access to breaking
news and events that even the Internet has trouble with. (And even a lot of
what the web does in that regard owes a lot to television.)
So Philo may be inspiring me. I don’t know what it
is, but I just feel like something’s about to bust loose.
Or maybe I just need to loosen my belt.
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