{"id":187,"date":"2007-07-01T07:41:57","date_gmt":"2007-07-01T11:41:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/?p=187"},"modified":"2007-07-01T07:41:57","modified_gmt":"2007-07-01T11:41:57","slug":"pinned-in-the-timestream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/archives\/187","title":{"rendered":"Pinned in the timestream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Driving home from the airport with Luz last Thursday night, I had an unusual internal experience. Unusual for me, at least &#8211; maybe this happens to other people all the time (though I think I&#8217;d hear about it). We were driving north on 95, well into the northern suburbs; it was dark and I was poking along. Being the worrywart that I am, I started reviewing all the preparation I&#8217;d done for Luz&#8217;s arrival &#8211; especially that morning&#8217;s final &#8220;is everything in place?&#8221; inventory. That&#8217;s when the feeling hit me &#8211; the prep work happened in a previous lifetime. I&#8217;m not going all Shirley MacLaine here; what I mean is that in the hours between preparation and the drive north, my life shifted, jogged sideways, rolled slowly over a curb. I had a strong feeling of time racing by &#8211; my truck, tootling towards home, was not only moving through space, but also through time. &#8220;Well, duh&#8221;, saith you and &#8220;I know, I know&#8221;, I respond &#8211; but very rarely do I get the sense of time&#8217;s passage so concretely. I had an intense sensation of &#8216;the present&#8217; being a membrane &#8211; or better yet, a shock wave &#8211; one moment thick and I was (and am) pinned to this surface translating the future, as it arrives, into my past by experiencing, sifting and storing. I&#8217;m sure there&#8217;s a name for what I experienced (<a href=\"http:\/\/natureblog.blogspot.com\/2007\/06\/blog-stew.html\">&#8220;whoa, dude&#8221;<\/a>, perhaps), and the Bo tree it wasn&#8217;t, but it was strong and &#8211; at least from where I sit &#8211; interesting.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/farm2.static.flickr.com\/1028\/660062658_8a96a3abce_b.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm2.static.flickr.com\/1028\/660062658_8a96a3abce.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Driving home from the airport with Luz last Thursday night, I had an unusual internal experience. Unusual for me, at least &#8211; maybe this happens to other people all the time (though I think I&#8217;d hear about it). We were &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/archives\/187\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-187","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creatures"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pdqxx-31","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/187","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=187"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/187\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=187"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=187"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=187"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}