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Things happen fast and there are degrees of speed. There's the thing that's over before you realize it's even begun. As when Frank and I were rear-ended in his pick-up truck today on Fremont Ave waiting for the light at 39th. The guy who smashed into us had been arguing with his passenger and hadn't noticed traffic was stopped. If he hadn't swerved and given us only a glancing blow it could have been much worse. There's also the thing you see coming from a long way off but it comes and goes so fast you mistake it for an instant--as with the closing of a beloved business. The expected feels unexpected after it happens. Today saw the end of both Dissonant Plane and Fremont Rain City Video. Add to these Buckaroo Tavern and J&S Phonograph Needle this September alone. The last of these three arbitrary categories is the blink-and-you-missed-it variety. You see the thing as it happens but aren't sure what exactly you've seen. At the Funhouse tonight a basketball bounced into a bucket of rainwater. The splash called to mind Edgerton and I asked a stranger to oblige me by dropping it in again. On 3! He was game and we captured that which happens in a fraction of a moment. ...But when Le Sang Song played time seemed to be suspended. |
