Portraits of the Artful Dodger as an Aging Man
Sun-Ae and I went out on the late morning to mid-afternoon of Christmas Eve for a movie, a lunch, and a year's end talk about what we've resolved to do in the coming year. Sun-Ae wants to write more blog-post book reviews, and I want to finish the story I'm currently working on. The film we saw was About Time, a sweet little film about time travel in which the men in a certain family could travel back in time to the same moment over and over until they get it right, and though the film doesn't get into the science fiction complexities one might expect, it really made me think about its main point, namely, that we should each experience our life here in this universe as something truly extraordinary, regardless how ordinary our life may be. With that in mind, I have also traveled back to the same point in time, 2:30 p.m. yesterday, and attempted to crack a smile for the camera:
Okay, I'm smiling now. See?"
how's this? Eh? You don't see one?"
See? I can smile. What? You still can't
see it? Maybe you need new glasses!"
don't wanna show my teeth -- that'd
be a sign of aggression amongst
our nearest cousins, the chimps."
either! I said 'cousins,' dammit! But
there might be some chimps lurking
nearby, and I don't wanna get attacked!
Now, how many times I gotta smile
for this damn camera? Just once more?"
you say you aren't a perfectionist?
All right, fine. I'll give you my best
frickin' smile ever in the next photo!"
beatific smile bright enough to illuminate
all of North Korea for a year, and
you get the damned lighting wrong!"
So much for getting the moment right. I gave up. Or maybe she did. We drank our coffees, enjoyed a slice of chocolate cake together, and picked up where our conversation had left off.
Oh, by the way, Merry Christmas! At least, I got that right . . .