For me, it began with carpooling to university in Justin's VW bus. i think it was 1992, but it might have been 1993 - as the years accumulate, it becomes more difficult to pinpoint events. Through the traffic along Broadway and up Burnaby Mountain to SFU, Justin would entertain me with his rants about new found music, television shows, schemes even. Doctor Who, Blues Traveler, and The Prisoner stand out for me even 15 years later.
“I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered! My life is my own,” Justin quoted Number 6 with all the intensity i would see in Patrick McGoohan when i finally found my way to The Village on a small screen via VHS tapes shrink-wrapped in 1988 and opened in 2008. (Thanks be to Ebay.)
Time is a neat domino chain resting on a fault line. When conditions are right - and they often are - quakes fling dominoes up into the air to meet in curious, fitting order. (i admit, i'm not sure i have always replaced them to their original order.) The 8th of June, 2008 marked an exceptional quake in time, bringing together the years 1982, 1988, 1992, 2008.
This date marks the first of 17 viewings of The Prisoner. i know now that when it has passed into past, i might pause and miss this remarkable period, this clever endeavour, the period of discovery, and the sandwiches too; but i do plan to keep busy with a pause-free schedule of equally excellent endeavours. So, here's to the moment, most excellent company, and delicious sandwiches. Here's to refusing to be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered! Here's to the Prisoner and to escape.
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