Good Evening, my Darling,
I'm just getting home from Pearl's. A typical Tuesday, with Golden Agers, so driving back and forth, etc. I hope you had a nice day, though I know it's still really cold outside The ten day forecast says you will get a break from that, about Thursday or Friday. I don't know how long it will last, but I hope you've had, or will have, a chance to go outside, see your friends, and do stuff. :)
I am excited because Steven Wilson of Porcupine Tree fame just posted the dates for his next solo tour, and he will be playing here in June. I don't know if you like any of his music or not, but he will also be playing a date in Madison. I saw his last two solo tours, and they were pretty incredible, and not just the music but the whole show. He presents a full theatrical experience.
Well, the usual schedule for the evening. Here til 9:45, then I head back to Pearl's. My walk somewhere in between. I will write more at the usual time.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
12:25am : Listening to Bach, the French Suites. This interpretation is spare, but the playing and tone are pristine. I had not heard of this pianist before, but he is very good. Tonight, I had wanted to get into the subject of missing time, which falls under the Weird Stuff category. This afternoon, my ideas for what I wanted to say were coming fast and furious, and in the Oviatt days, I'd have been situated at the keyboard and typing each idea word for word at the very moment it bloomed in my head. Now, because of my work schedule, and energy concerns thereof, what was extremely inspired at noon is much more an effort at this time of night. So, ideas will come in short bursts at times, especially late at night.
I do wanna explore the idea of missing time, because it looms large as a main reason why 1989 has never been acknowledged. Tonight I will just give a basic example of missing time.
The most basic example I can think of is the classic lampshade-on-the head on New Year's Eve. The lampshade wearer wakes up on New Year's Day with no memory of what he did, no idea that he performed a lampshade dance the night before. Likely in his case, he feels sick. He has had what can be termed an alcoholic "blackout", and thus he does not remember the events of the night before.
He has experienced a basic version of the phenomenon of missing time. The reason it is a basic version is because it is very common. People imbibe too much all the time, and cannot recall, very temporarily in most cases, what they did, and what happened overall, the night before. The other factor that makes this a basic case of missing time, is that it is usually very quickly resolved. The lampshade-wearer will recover from his hangover and then call a friend, or vice versa, and a conversation will ensue.
"I did what"?
"Dude, you don't know the half of it".
"Well tell me"!
And thus is the lampshade-wearer's missing time resolved. He awoke on New Year's Day with no memory of the night before. Memory is a mental and emotional (and other things) recording of events in a given period of time. If the lampshade-wearer's memory of New Year's Eve ends, say, at the time he arrived at the party, and if it resumed again when he awoke the next morning, we can say that he has experienced approximately 12 hours or so of missing time.
This is time he cannot account for, because he has no memory of the events that occurred within that time frame.
But his case of missing time is very common, and very basic, because it is so easily resolved. Almost always, a friend or acquaintance will fill him in on the details of the previous evening, and his memory (a very important word and concept, which will be delved into later) will be quickly restored, possibly to his chagrin.
It is important to note that, in the lampshade-wearer's case, his memory would likely have come back to him within a day or two of the events in question, even if he had not been informed of the previous night's events by a sympathetic friend. Because of his frustration at being unable to remember, and also his nagging embarassment at what he suspects might have happened, he will work his brain overtime to try and recall (another important word) what exactly happened at the New Year's Eve party, and what his role was.
All of this effort will come, if no one else has informed him, because of his gut feeling that something unusual had happened the night before, something that was off.
Now, let us dispense with the lampshade-wearer, because he is a textbook, basic case. A dime-a-dozen. His example does indeed constitute a case of the phenomenon known as missing time, however, and there we have another phenomenon which has been set up before our very eyes.
Missing Time is merely missing memory. When one can recover the memory, one can account for the time.
And so we will continue with this set of ideas as we go along. This was only a very basic start.
We will also write every day about all the usual stuff too. I just needed to add another dimension so I wouldn't just be writing about "the daily doings" all the time.
Anyway, I hope you had a nice day, and I will see you in the morn.
I Love You, Elizabeth! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
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