Beam Me Out

There’s a pile of audiovisual entertainment piling up on my hard drive. If ever questioned by customs officers about the multitude of DVD copies you have, please remind them that it is well within your rights to maintain a ‘time shift’ copy of whatever it was you were intent on enjoying had you had a bit more time at your disposal.

Now, to use the concept of time and coming up with such an action as disposal is almost sinister, if not improbable. If you let your mind wander after briefly focusing on shifting, it all starts falling into place. Or maybe it all starts gathering in the same container.

Sundays are becoming more endearing and less stressful than getting second wind during the wee hours when only credit card customer service is available to the average mortal, if getting on the phone at 3 A.M. is you weapon of choice. As such, one should introduce at least a modicum of stress and break out in a longing for Monday. Take a shower, shave the neighbour’s dog and garnish a dish with 4 rashes of bacon and a bit of fabulous potato salad. Eating to live is a form of punishment, after all.

Getting a bit fidgety, though, I decided to travel while staying put. The DSL connection was fine today and so I launched my Real Player and headed straight for Cyprus. It was prime time here and re-run time there. Fair enough. I’m feeling a bit silly about not making use of my monthly metrocard. Less than an hour from now I could be at the Casa Calamari where I once wanted to celebrate a wedding anniversary. The eatery is still there but the anniversaries are no longer valid as any self-repecting judge in Brooklyn can tell you.

OK, I’ll stay here and assume the distance that is just out of range of the reading glasses. Park comfortably, switch eyewear and let the player do the streaming.

Barging straight into a programme in progress. An Alfa TV rebroadcast via CyBC, 7 time zones away and we’re touring … New York. Rappers in Times Square, Dunkin’ Donuts, The Bread Factory and a jaunt to Astoria.

Just in the nick of time I realised I was dangerously low on smokes. Off to the Yemeni gentleman on Columbia.

Indian Summer in a former Dutch Colony best enjoyed outdoors.