Tempus freaking fugit

A talk show host I used to listen to believes that time is accelerating. Not figuratively, but literally. His name is Jeff Rense and, while his anti-Zionist rants are tedious, I do share his sense of a decrease in the distance between tomorrow and today.

It’s been four years, for example, since I arrived at Centre Stage, and when I think of all that’s happened in that time, four years seems too little. My subjective impression, though, is that maybe – maybe – a year has gone by. It’s been 20 years since I met Janet and three years since we broke up and in just a few weeks, I’ll be 50 years old. I can’t account for any  of this. Hell, It’s almost noon and I’ll be damned if I can tell you where the last three hours went!

My theory, loosely held, is that this is an optical illusion. The days and months and years seem smaller to us as our distance from them increases. When I was 20, ten years was half my whole life. Now, in conversation people that same age, I’m sometimes struck by the fact that I can reach in my own memory to a time before even their parents were born.

Yeesh.

Best radio in the whole wide world!

On a completely different topic, the UPS man delivered my Tivoli Networks radio yesterday. I’d been coveting one for quite a while, but not enough to dull the pain of the $599 MSRP. Then some guy in Maryland put a unit he’d won up for auction on ebay and I snagged it at an unbelievable buy-it-now price.  God bless you, guy in Maryland. The radio is stunning … stunning to hear and stunning to behold. I’ve programmed four of my remote presets to ambient, big band, opera and bluegrass. The bluegrass preset probably won’t last long, but I saw a Youtube video recently that piqued my interest in the genre. Perhaps it will yours, as well.

Fat from the fire

Three days ago, our production of Walter Thinnes’ Coal Creek was looking rather limpy. But our Executive Director, BJ Koonce, laid hands upon it, called down the Holy Ghost, and caused it to leap out of its wheelchair and do handstands across the stage. A miraculous turnaround literally 48 hours before opening night. Here’s the Youtube promo assembled from clips made before the healing service took place. The initial reaction was that the promo made the show look better than it was. Now it’s generally agreed that it doesn’t make the show look good enough. Click the thumbnail image above to read the playbill … then make a reservation!

Holy crapping FUCK!

Last entry today … Satan has been positively identified in Warm Springs, Georgia. Her name is Lynn Middlebrooks Geter.