Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Time is a River...
...such a fluid and travel-worthy thing...the nature of space-time-here-now-then-when-duality - the instant moment....so fluid...so really not at all as we experience it daily to be...and the author that captured that sense for me has always been Vladimir Nabakov....i remember studying his books at Northwestern, (the brilliant Dr. Appel), and being stunned to understand how he used his characters to portray the genuine nature of human life: each of our existeneces is like a book, with narrative going forward, yet also going backward and sideways....nothing is really a straight line...and characters appear and re-appear on later pages of one's life in ways that are mysterious, resonant...memory serves as the store house for all those characters that once did appear....the mind is a camera...all the film is stored....and whereas it may get dusty from lack of use, the films remain on the shelves, waiting to be accessed...
From studying Nabakov, I understood that nothing is ever really lost.
So, out of the sheer blue of daily life, suddenly there appeared two people from my highschool days in Atlanta , Georgia. One of my many escapades as a youth (I had what might genuinely be called "escapades") was a folksinging trio cleverly called THE CLEFF DWELLERS! We were all the rage at North Fulton Highschool, and sang at pep rallies, school assemblies, as well as all over Russia and other countries, when our famed North Fultonhigh School Special Choir travelled...i still have black and white photos of the three of us singing in a Moscow TV station...we were the Peter, Paul, and Mary of our community...people loved us, and we loved ourselves as well! We were all so skinny and tall! I played guiter, as did Britt Dean, and our third was a tall adorable "drink of water" named Chip Dodsen, who all the girls (including me) had a tremendous crush on....Ladies and Gentlemen: The CLEFF DWELLERS!
Over the past several decades, somehow, magically, the three of us would run into each other somewhere....but ithas been at least 20 years since last I saw the guys...in Atlanta, i do believe, when I was there on a job or something..i honestly do not remember...or was it when I as in Denver doing Quilters?
NOW: an e-mail.....the Internet really is a miraculous thing, right?
From Britt...he and Chip (now called a respectable Olan) will be in NYC in early March...is this me? THE Evalyn Baron...and if so, let them know, so we can all three get together....WELL! YEAH! So....I will be seeing the guys on March 6th or 7th or maybe on both days....! And we will catach up on all sorts of life, sort the strands of our various existences...clear the cobwebs and brush off the dust:
we will REMINISCE! And re-explore. And re-make contact....and form a new "group".
We shall "sing", once more, but this time, a middle-aged song....I can hardly wait.
Why do these things happen when they do happen? Is there a reason?
Life is such an interesting "book" to read.
From studying Nabakov, I understood that nothing is ever really lost.
So, out of the sheer blue of daily life, suddenly there appeared two people from my highschool days in Atlanta , Georgia. One of my many escapades as a youth (I had what might genuinely be called "escapades") was a folksinging trio cleverly called THE CLEFF DWELLERS! We were all the rage at North Fulton Highschool, and sang at pep rallies, school assemblies, as well as all over Russia and other countries, when our famed North Fultonhigh School Special Choir travelled...i still have black and white photos of the three of us singing in a Moscow TV station...we were the Peter, Paul, and Mary of our community...people loved us, and we loved ourselves as well! We were all so skinny and tall! I played guiter, as did Britt Dean, and our third was a tall adorable "drink of water" named Chip Dodsen, who all the girls (including me) had a tremendous crush on....Ladies and Gentlemen: The CLEFF DWELLERS!
Over the past several decades, somehow, magically, the three of us would run into each other somewhere....but ithas been at least 20 years since last I saw the guys...in Atlanta, i do believe, when I was there on a job or something..i honestly do not remember...or was it when I as in Denver doing Quilters?
NOW: an e-mail.....the Internet really is a miraculous thing, right?
From Britt...he and Chip (now called a respectable Olan) will be in NYC in early March...is this me? THE Evalyn Baron...and if so, let them know, so we can all three get together....WELL! YEAH! So....I will be seeing the guys on March 6th or 7th or maybe on both days....! And we will catach up on all sorts of life, sort the strands of our various existences...clear the cobwebs and brush off the dust:
we will REMINISCE! And re-explore. And re-make contact....and form a new "group".
We shall "sing", once more, but this time, a middle-aged song....I can hardly wait.
Why do these things happen when they do happen? Is there a reason?
Life is such an interesting "book" to read.
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