Turn it around again

[jchrisobrien]

While going down to meet Christine for lunch, and running a little late, I arrived at the ATM machine to discover that I had no ATM card. I was going to have to walk home and be extremely late. Until I remembered that I had a check I was going to deposit at the bank after lunch. I deposited it, got some money back, and was only a little late to lunch instead. What followed was a good afternoon of talking, walking, and shopping.

I arrived home to find a lovely note from my mother in the mail, and a message that a package was waiting for me at NHP. I neglected to inform Amazon that my shipping address had changed. So back into town I went, and when I finally returned home, the Buffy season 3 DVD set was finally mine. I said quick hello's to the desk staff, and left. No need to dwell on the past.

If I haven't responded to your e-mails, bear with me. I seem to be the victim of some router issues. I haven't gotten any mail all day, so I KNOW that something is up.

I'm ending the evening with Amadeus, the director's cut. This version is almost 3 hours long. I intended for it to be background noise, but I ended up watching the entire film, curled up in a warm blanket. The scene where Mozart dictated his Requiem to Salieri fascinated me. Hearing each component of the song, then hearing all of it together, it was breath taking. And to think he came to such an end.

I used to get really upset when thinking about Mozart, or many of the other famous artists, musiciams, actors. They had a legacy of greatness preserved in time, they left an indelible stamp on the world. Would I leave any such mark? Or would my life mean nothing in the end, one more series of numbers in a mediocre world? Such worries don't plauge me anymore. I have left a mark on this world, in the lives of my family and friends. I had made tiny bits of history. And I have many more years to leave a big splash, if that is what I really desire.

For the next few hours, I will simply enjoy the quiet and stillness of the apartment. Tomorrow there is more work to be done, and fun to be had. And sleep. Without the trapped in a park full of zombie dreams that I had last night. What is it with the rash of poor sleep and bad dreams so many people are having lately?

Comments

Try Mary Shelly

[jasonlizard.livejournal.com]

Mozart's happen once every 1000 years or so, as far as I'm concerned. His predecessor was probably Jesus. Would it have been Plato before him or some other prodigy who has been lost to history. You could probably fill volumes on the lives of prodigies and their accomplishments. Freaks of nature. They just grabbed a lucky number from the gene lottery.

I found Mary Shelly very humbling. She wrote Frankenstien when she was 19. When I was 12 I was in love with her for it.

The more I think about it, Einstien was right, God doesn't play dice. S/He plays cards. You play the hand you're dealt as well as you can, never knowing what your fellow players have up their sleaves.

Hope it's a good game.

[aidenraine.livejournal.com]

I understand entirely about the greatness thing... and I hate it when we're in the same place and I don't get to spend a ton of time talking to you *pout* ;>

Also, you got your Buffy3 already? dammit, where's my package?

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[silas7.livejournal.com]

There's always the hanging out during rehearsal idea.

Heh, you said package. ;)

[damiel.livejournal.com]

The scene where Mozart dictated his Requiem to Salieri fascinated me.

Me too, even if it never happened.

I've seen Amadeus so many times that I don't think I can see it again.

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[silas7.livejournal.com]

Heh. Fact or fiction, it was still a good story.