Moment of Perfect Clarity
Jul. 21st, 2009 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caraigEvery so often, there is a scent, or a texture, or a feeling... and it combines with the right temperature, humidity, pressure, movement of the air... and maybe the right frame of mind. And in that moment when all those factors come together, a memory comes from the back of your mind that you had forgotten about, and it rushes forward with such force that for a moment it blots out where you are and even when you are.
Today, I was wandering around the Theater Arts building, looking for computers. This is a tiresome, but not awful, task, which basically involves wandering around a place until you stumble upon a computer that you know is on the network -- the inventory system sees it and says it's up, you can ping it, you can even smell it, but it's not to be found either where the asset database says it is, nor where it might possibly reasonably be, like on top of someone's desk. So you have to wander around a nearly-empty building (empty because it's the summer session, which works out well since you're not stumbling into an active class in the cadaver room or the musical therapy class) until you come upon something that you hadn't expected and there's the chance that the computer is there. (Like the nearly fully-furnished apartment that serves as one person's office, but that's for another time.)
I opened a door and beyond was the stage... and an instant later I was struck by that moment of clarity. It took me back, way back, and I remembered high school dramas that I haven't been in some fifteen years now.
Grease. The classic, and such a change from the religious plays we did in grade school. Bye Bye Birdie. I got back onto the stage after coming to loathe it in grade school, and I enjoyed the lights again. The Fantasticks. That one was my favorite. Such a beautiful, simple, and sweet story. Our Town. My gods, that was sooooo depressing; Marvin the Paranoid Android would have given up after the first act.
And then the moment ended, and I closed the door to the stage, and resumed my search, fifteen years later, for a computer that was somewhere in the building.
In September my contract ends. I have no idea what work I'll have then. The placement agency wants to find me a fulltime gig for a variety of reasons. I hope between them and I there's some sort of fulltime work to be had.
Today, I was wandering around the Theater Arts building, looking for computers. This is a tiresome, but not awful, task, which basically involves wandering around a place until you stumble upon a computer that you know is on the network -- the inventory system sees it and says it's up, you can ping it, you can even smell it, but it's not to be found either where the asset database says it is, nor where it might possibly reasonably be, like on top of someone's desk. So you have to wander around a nearly-empty building (empty because it's the summer session, which works out well since you're not stumbling into an active class in the cadaver room or the musical therapy class) until you come upon something that you hadn't expected and there's the chance that the computer is there. (Like the nearly fully-furnished apartment that serves as one person's office, but that's for another time.)
I opened a door and beyond was the stage... and an instant later I was struck by that moment of clarity. It took me back, way back, and I remembered high school dramas that I haven't been in some fifteen years now.
Grease. The classic, and such a change from the religious plays we did in grade school. Bye Bye Birdie. I got back onto the stage after coming to loathe it in grade school, and I enjoyed the lights again. The Fantasticks. That one was my favorite. Such a beautiful, simple, and sweet story. Our Town. My gods, that was sooooo depressing; Marvin the Paranoid Android would have given up after the first act.
And then the moment ended, and I closed the door to the stage, and resumed my search, fifteen years later, for a computer that was somewhere in the building.
In September my contract ends. I have no idea what work I'll have then. The placement agency wants to find me a fulltime gig for a variety of reasons. I hope between them and I there's some sort of fulltime work to be had.
