Earlier this week, I was on the treadmill next to an Asian woman of about my own age who was listening to a television program using her headphones while she worked out. There were only three or four of us in the entire exercise area.
The woman’s workout ended and as her treadmill began to slow, she started to sing along with the television program. She was not singing in English so I didn’t understand the words, but I recognized the tune. It was “Nearer my God to Thee.”
The treadmill came to a stop but she continued until the end of the verse, loudly. She wasn’t hitting the notes exactly right, but she was passionate, leaning in toward the TV screen.
As the next verse started, another woman climbed down from a nearby elliptical, came over, and told the woman to stop singing. She did.
Big Brother IS watching us, but WE (with our hand-held cameras and recording devices) ARE Big Brother. Interesting.
That gives me 68 years to get the rest of my work done. Not enough time, of course, but it will have to do.
*Orders an Americano, black.*
An Unexpected Benefit of The Invention of Email
On Being An Editor
Yesterday I found myself stopped in the street to admire a billboard that promotes Don Equis. And, for a change, I was not admiring the most interesting man in the world – I was admiring a pronoun. It said, “He once rode a bull until it fell asleep.” Total genius not to use the accurate pronoun there. Hats off to the editor.
One time I admired a period on the cover of an Esquire magazine for several days. It was when Jack Nicholson was in more of his heyday than he is now, and it was a cover story about him, and there was his photo on a black background and under it the word “Jack” in white, and then the period in white. And that was all.
I hope that Canada never warms up so much that robins no longer migrate. The sound of a robin’s song when they first return in the spring fills me with such happiness and hope that it almost hurts. The feeling would not be the same if they were here year-round.
Off to see Gounod’s FAUST at the Cineplex/MetOpera — want to see if I can pick up any tips on selling my soul to the devil. It’s an expensive time of year…