Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
1) I’m happy that I’ve found something new to enhance my gift-giving this year. It, (this thing), is so terribly clarklike, so I will refrain from saying any more until next week, when this ‘hop will have already, just, sorta already occurred. (ok, one hint: you know how last year I awarded myself a prize for ‘The Worst Christmas Wrapper-of-Presents-and-such’? this is even better….)
2) (previous entry deleted for being too ‘late-night-stupid’ sometimes I write things and, if I come back and read it, I realize that it was not nearly as clever or funny or insightful as I thought as the words were appearing on my computer at 11:35 pm… totally grateful for when that happens.)
3) vidchats small or large, many or few, these slices of the life in the 21st Century are very cool… last night it was zoe and val and Jean stopped by, talk of books and writing, the internet and the Gravity Challenge
4) Blogdominion… working on Chapter 10 (we’ll be hearing from Tom Fearing and Sister Margaret Ryan and, once again, Chicago is the center of the intrigue for our intrepid band of nearly-imaginary people..)
5) Una who, as I mentioned to zoe and val on the chat, has reached the stage in maturity where she has learned to bark quietly… sort of out of the corner of her mouth. Bella, and Ola before her, all had this pleasing ability.
6) Book of Secret Rules (aka Secret Book of Rules) which allows anything that (a) participant would like to try, on the condition that they are willing to convince a certain group of virgins, (the SGV), who stand vigil on the Book. Not a frivolous undertaking, and you know how virgins can be, half of them are impatiently annoyed at their status and the other half wonder what all the fuss is about (while knowing fully well, but persist in the delusion that we don’t know that about them)
7) The weather that continues in it’s moderate ways and the approaching solstice when Winter will end
8) Six Sentence Stories… for me, they are enjoyable exercises in my ongoing effort to learn to write better.
9)archives of old Posts… specifically this TToT from a Year Ago (I liked it ’cause it ties into Item 1…. which is a good thing, because re-reading this list upon waking this morning I was starting to get the ‘oh-sure-clark-how-very-clever-at-11-pm… but then I read through the Comments (of this Post from last year and I was all, ‘dude! where did you find the time! that was a lot of work) speaking of faux secrets of the universe and stunning, yet metaphorical insights into life, and such…. ayiiie (clarks are warned: ‘The Following may be too Disturbing to Read Please look away or, as a gift that may save your mental health below this Item is a youtube of an artifact from the late sixties, early 70s (1971 to be precise) I hesitate to think how many of you were not yet present on this planet… go and listen to an example of what might be seen as the roots of the ubiquitous rap/hip hop music of the current day… to…who knows. Have we interrupted the momentum of ‘what?! there’s something I shouldn’t know?? tell me!!’ see below at the sign of the *
*my Saturday semi-epiphany is simply this: we all share the experience of time passing faster and faster as we grow up and older. When I was 5 years old, today, this very day might be the Saturday before Christmas and it, (this Saturday, not Christmas), would take forever to pass by….from the cereal (in plastic bowls, certainly long since banned from homes as unsafe as food storage, never mind serving bowls!) in front of the TV (Cherrios or Rice Crispies, more than likely unless my mother happened to be feeling especially exuberant the previous week, in which case it might be Frosted Flakes or even Sugar Smacks) and then, around 11:30 getting out of pajamas and into real clothes and spending the day…. sad to say, I can’t remember how I would pass the Saturday before Christmas but what I’ve getting at is that the day would take forever to go by for this 5 year old clark. Today, right at this moment, I’m looking at this clock (yes, pun implied) and wondering if I have enough time to finish this post and get some editing time in on Chapter 10 before I leave for work. If there is some, as yet un-discovered calculus for measuring subjective time (sort of like the age of dogs, relative to the human lifespan, but sideways), then the Saturday that took a week to pass will be over in 4 hours today. But… but what I’m getting at is suppose this subjective acceleration continues… we all joke to old(er) people, ‘oh my! for you the years must pass by like months’ suppose the rate of acceleration increases. The Science channel has been running several ‘different’ shows with black holes as the topic. Very interesting, how as an object is drawn in, it’s speed of falling increases to the outside observer and yet, the opposite is the case to the one falling in… for them time slows down. Suppose time (or the subjective experience of it) speeds up to infinity. Then our very last moments would last forever.