Art

I'm watching a new show, AP Bio. It's silly and ridiculous but perfect for riding the bike. 21 minutes long and with a few moments of out loud funny, it makes my exercise time go by. No way is it truly like life in high school, and that's okay. 

In the pilot episode, a Harvard philosophy professor, through his own bungling of life, ends up the teacher of AP Bio in some high school in somewhere America. Yeah, so not life. But, when he comes in that first day and goes to sit in his desk chair, it collapses. Now, that is, truly, like life. 

This morning I sat, and knowing the chair, used the bar to lift it before then putting my weight on it, gently. Usually, if I don't move around much, it stays or slowly over time heads to the floor. I should have known, though, when it hadn't been at the desk, that something was up. But Pollyanna me, I'd brought the chair over, sat, adjusted, and down I went. Again, in optimistic mode, I replayed, and only on the third time did I get it: this chair's hydraulics were finally kaput. 

It's a good day when I can sit and the chair stays as it is. Someone on this show got it right: a teacher's throne, usually, isn't. 

That's what I call the art of the absurd. 

Imitating Life