Is wasting time actually time well spent? An article in the New York Times the other day really struck a chord with me. I remember when I was a producer/writer at Turner Broadcasting, co-workers would often find me lying on the floor tossing a rubber ball or bean bag up and down, staring into space. What a work-shirker! But that apparent time-wasting was a necessary part of the creative process for me. Goofing around on the floor or mindlessly searching the internet or working a crossword puzzle is how I prime the creative pump. Ideas click in somehow, someway during time-wasting. And as the NYT article points out, the more hours we work, the more hours we need to "waste." Think I'll print this article and post it on my office door.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know it was 40 years ago (yesterday) that Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play. Forty years! Yikes! Really? Forty? Fair enough. Sometimes it feels like 10 and sometimes 100. Time is such a weird thing. (And "When I'm 64" ain't that far away anymore. Another "wow.") Well, I don't care how old it is, the music still makes me smile.
Do you still wear a watch? I notice more and more people don't, mainly because they're so cool that they just pull out their Blackberries or cell phones to check the time. I can't imagine not having a watch on my wrist and feel bereft if for some reason I'm not wearing one. And watches are just lovely bits of jewelry-mechanisms. Do I wear a fancy one? Nah. Just a Timex Indiglo (I like to see it light up when I'm in a movie theatre). Guess I'm not very cool. OK, well, I am, but just not on the time-thing.