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rfmcdonaldIn the course of replying to one of my many New Year's Eve E-mails, I realized something with a start: I can't remember the last time that I played.
Certainly I've had fun, doing any number of things: socializing informally, communicating more formally, exploring any number of geographical locations and cultural moments and interpersonal relationships. Certainly I've been happy: I'm somewhat concerned, in fact, that my default mood seems to be consistently and strongly positive.
What I can't remember having done for years is different: I haven't been ludic. There have been no moments of Bakhtinian abandon for me. Everything that I've done has been for a specific purpose or another. I haven't done anything for the simple pleasures of immediate gratification since I was a child.
This is going to have to change.
Certainly I've had fun, doing any number of things: socializing informally, communicating more formally, exploring any number of geographical locations and cultural moments and interpersonal relationships. Certainly I've been happy: I'm somewhat concerned, in fact, that my default mood seems to be consistently and strongly positive.
What I can't remember having done for years is different: I haven't been ludic. There have been no moments of Bakhtinian abandon for me. Everything that I've done has been for a specific purpose or another. I haven't done anything for the simple pleasures of immediate gratification since I was a child.
This is going to have to change.
