Saturday, May 10, 2008

Augusts 27, 1979

Sunday; I'm 15.

I'm listening to Bach's Third Brandenberg Concerto while I'm writing this.  Best piece of music by anyone.  I could listen to it for hours.  Every time I listen to it, it gives me a nice feeling, though it's rather hard to describe.  Puts me in a sort of reflective type of mood.  But enough of that.  At 11:30 tonight on PBS, Monty Python and the Holy Grail is going to be on.  Now that is a funny movie.  MP Flying Circus is about the only thing good enough to watch on tv.

Now I'm waiting for I, Claudius to come on.  That's worth watching.

I've just thought of an interesting short story.  A boy is listening to a record with headphones when he hears a voice in the headphone.  He talks to the voice, but only through the headphones.  Weird things happen and so on.

There are many thing I wish to talk to you about.  For one, who is this 'you' that I refer to.  I agree it is whomever is reading this.  Although as far as I know, I"m the only one who is ever going to read this.  Of course since I plan to save this indefinitely, perhaps many years after I'm dead and gone someone will pick this up in a dusty old attic.  But that will not be for a long time, particularly since I plan to live a very long time.  At the minimum, I'll hit a hundred.  Well, whoever is reading this, don't throw it away!  Give it to someone in my family, if I have one.

I"m going to love reading this in the future.  And I'll have plenty to read, since I plan to keep a a journal for the rest of my life if I can.  There are so many things to talk about.  How about the future.  Tim D. and I, both top notch astrophysicists.  Don M., the leading pianist in the country.  But what would happen if I had never met Tim or Don?  My life would certainly be altered.  Who could I confide with?  Tim N.?  Certainly not.  I might have lapsed into conformity.  As for Don, though I often joke about him, and despite his many annoying characteristics, I did miss him when he went on vacation.  he's the type that at first you can't tolerate, but after a while he sort of grows on you.  And besides, a trio is better than a pair.

No matter how well I know him, I wonder about Tim D.

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