Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Facebook, Timex, Time, and Mortality

Though I am hardly a trendsetter (I can barely follow trends), I do sometimes adapt with the current technology. So I have mostly switched over to Facebook for all daily updates. By all means, follow me there!

So, the humble blog where it all began will probably be down to once or twice/month updates.

As for Timex - that's a sturdy watch! For the last five or six years, I'd carried around the one we found in my father's apartment nine years ago when he died in 2004. It finally gave up the Timekeeping Ghost. He had another, cheaper and gaudier looking one (it looks like the kind you would've wanted when you were 10 - all metal with lots of knobs and shit). I'm going to have a battery put in that. If it works, another five or six years to have something to remember him by, daily. And then gone. Then my turn in a few years.

That is the essence of King Lear, I think (which I was blessed enough to see again last week with a phenomenal former student; the troupe really had their timing and blocking down much better and it was an amazing performance - check them out at Hudson Valley Shakespeare). As unlikely and unappealing as the whole thing can be (as to characters or plot), the tragedy is so effective because it's so simple: telescoped into a few days "real" time (3 hours on the stage) we have a man realizing everything around him is mortal - not just himself (that's really a fairly trivial realization), but friends, families, country, world.

"Let me wipe it first - it smells of mortality." For some reason I always want to recollect that line as "reeks" of mortality - I wonder why? Well, memory (right and faulty) is a huge part of the play too. 


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