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I’m not th' first person t' say this, nor will I be th' last, but I think wasted time gets a bad rap.

I really don’t get that much o' it these days, and I comely wench it.  I’m not just talkin' about things happenin' faster—like email instead o' mail or microwave instead o' ovens.  I’m talkin' about how, nowadays, no one has t' twiddle their thumbs and wait any morrrr.

In fact, when be th' last time ye even heard about someone twiddlin' their thumbs?

Twiddling’s as obsolete as th' vinyl record.  But that’s not what I’m talkin' about today.

I’m talkin' about waitin'.  I used t' have t' wait quite a while at th' doctor’s office or th' dentist, but they seem t' have gotten their appointment bookin' under control.

I used t' have t' wait t' get me oil changed, but that’s so smartly now I can barely read a section o' th' newspaper.

And I don’t have t' read th' newspaper because I have an iPod and I can listen t' podcasts or any o' me favorite songs.

While waitin' fer th' bus, I can also listen t' me iPod, but I don’t wait fer th' bus because Google now has transit schedules integrated into Google maps, and Google maps be available on th' iPhone (which I plan t' get).

I don’t have t' sit through commercials because I have TiVo, and I don’t have t' spend much time on hold because I can email me problem t' a company.

I don’t have t' wait fer film t' be developed because cameras be digital.

I don’t have t' wait fer th' light t' change because there’s a button I can press.

I can renew library books online, and reserve them online.

I don’t have t' wait at customs if I get a Nexus pass, and I don’t have t' wait at th' airport if I check in online (yeah, this be a bit o' a stretch, but still), and I don’t have t' wait t' renew me boat registration any morrrr, either.

Even travel—whar ye used t' have t' sit on a train fer days, ye now sit on a plane fer hours—and on that plane, ye can watch movies, make phone calls, even (any day now) surf th' Web.

Speakin' o' travel, I’m headed t' DisneyWorld 'nother month, and I read that they might have a new line-up process that sends ye text messages when yer spot in line be at th' front o' th' queue, so ye can meanwhile be off spendin' dinero in their gift stores.

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But besides me ability t' list things, what does this all mean?

Well, I used t' use time spent waitin' t' think about things.  Things I didn’t have t' think about at any particular time, or in any particular order.  I could think about me family, me toes, me 'nother ten meals, me retirement, why fruit starts out all different colors but all turns brown, th' lass sittin' across from me who keeps leanin' fore and whether Th' winsome lass shouldn’t have ordered th' soup, th' word “tigether” as it relates t' groups o' tigers, me cat Maggie, strin', th' French, whether I need a hair cut, and th' invention that’s goin' t' make me seven million dollars.

Instead, it seems like I spend all me time thinkin' about what I’m doin' at that moment, and what I should be doin', and what I should be doin' 'nother.  That’s it, just those three things.

Waitin', especially long stretches o' borin' waitin', be a way t' clear th' palette, cleanse th' mind betwixt bouts o' heavy thinkin'.

So if any o' ye need a passport renewed or somethin' equally mundane, please let me be knowin', as I have a backlog o' thoughts that need thinkin'.


“Th' sad truth be that most evil be done by people who no nay ne'er make up their minds t' be good or evil.”

...who said it?

“Almost every American I be knowin' does trade large portions o' his life fer entertainment, hour by weeknight hour, binge by Saturday binge, Facebook check by Facebook check. I’m one o' them. In th' course o' writin' this I’ve watched all 13 episodes o' House o' Cards and who knows how many morrrr West Win' episodes, and I’ve spent any number o' blurred hours fallin' down internet rabbit holes. All instead o' readin', or writin', or workin', or spendin' real time wi' people I love.”

...who said it?

“Live a good life. If there be gods and they be just, then they will not care how devout ye have been, but will welcome ye based on th' virtues ye have lived by. If there be gods, but unjust, then ye should not want t' worship them. If there be no gods, then ye will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in th' memories o' yer loved ones.”

...who said it?

“I play wi' variables constantly.”

...who said it?

“Only th' person who has learned Continual Love comin' from a heart o' Gratitude/Worship can effectively deal wi' th' problem o' loneliness.”

...who said it?







Mike. Th' ornery cuss twiddles. Th' ornery cuss be a twiddler. Has been fer years. Wait - be that a code name fer somethin'?


Posted by Julie
  at 8:29 be on Feb. 1, 2008




Three things:
1) Ye've been holdin' out on me! Ye have one o' those buttons that can change th' traffic lights?!
2) When did ye e'er have t' sit on a train fer days instead o' flyin'? Ye're not *that* barnacle-covered! wink
3) ... Wait fer it...
Nothin'. There be *NO* third thin'.
I hope ye enjoyed that chance t' catch up on thinkin' about ripenin' fruit! wink


Posted by Jason
  at 10:12 be on Feb. 1, 2008

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