I hit the
office at 5:44 this morning after passing out around 9:45 the evening before. I finally put a quilt on the bed to supplement the pretty but
porous summer blankets and slept more comfortably than I had in a long
time. From 2:22 to 3:33 I dreamed about preparing a speech for the
British Parliament concerning my professional experiences during the
recession. Although I tried to keep things as “light” as possible by
leavening my somewhat lengthy remarks with jokes and funny (I thought; Caroline said many of them
seemed bitter) stories, they were trenchant nonetheless and the audience, who I
was at that point only anticipating in my head, seemed rapt. As I
envisioned them, they looked like one of those monolithic Loony-Tunes
backdrop cartoon audiences who don’t breathe and are visually one flat undifferentiated
mass.
The Queen came by to attend my drafting and was very nice –
interested, concerned and sympathetic. My brother-in-law and former
sister-in-law, whom I was surprised to see, paid close attention also.
Jane was excited about the trip to London. Although I am a nervous public
speaker, I always try to be thoroughly familiar with my material and to
practice a lot. The fact that I would be using teleprompters was
encouraging. It was difficult settling on a title or a short description
of my subject. I was undecided among Human Nature, Human Nature and Its
Shortcomings, Human Nature Is Horrible or You Wouldn’t Believe What I’ve
Learned About Human Nature.
The Queen was very helpful on this
score and you could tell what an experienced person she is. It’s 5:55
now. (Jane and I often joke about my peculiar waking and sleeping times,
the joke currently ending on variations of waking up at 6:66.) Because
it’s still baseball season and a game is sometimes on when I fall asleep with
all its numerals going, I wonder whether the game is somehow setting me like an
alarm clock, which makes you wonder who is setting the game? My ensemble,
incidentally, for my Parliament speech includes a stiff blue-grey military
type jacket with braids on the sleeves. No epaulets. I need to keep
working on the speech. I need to find a way to end on an optimistic note.
This is a great piece. Much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteOn a personal note, I keep finding similar patterns of time all over the place- subway stations to wall clocks. Digital. But. The thrill is digital. The thrill cannot be experienced by the hands of a clock. It is 6:55 right now. No kidding. Thats as close as I could have been. 6:56. Thats even more closer. No kidding.
Aditya. Thanks so much. I very much appreciate you saying so. The number arrays and their meaningful variations seem to be following me around -- both at home and in the outside word -- lately. It's definitely become a subject that's on my mine and a mystery I'm not certain that I want to solve. Possibly sometime, somewhere on a beautiful warm beach completely away from clocks, television and the damn cell phone. Curtis
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