Once, within living memory, it was a day apart in many places: a 24-hour stretch of family time when liquor was unavailable, church was the rule, shopping was impossible and — in some towns — weekend staples like tending the lawn and playing in the park met with hearty disapproval. But America changed, and it dragged Sunday along with it.
And such an article wouldn’t be complete without a quote like this:
“We’ve erased a lot of the distinctions between night and day, between weekday and weekend,” says Susan Orlean, author of “Saturday Night in America,” a 1990 book. “Our notions of time and space are collapsing.”
Yes, space and time are collapsing to one point in time, now, and one lonely microcosm, where, as David Hume said, “we never advance a step beyond our selves.” Did I use too many commas in that sentence?
More on the collapse of space and time later, if I have space and time enough to blog something I read today about Stephen Hawking.
They desacrilized Sunday….but if you wanna perk yours up a bit today….see “Dappled Things” and connect with “This Land”…you’ll die laughing! PS Didn’t Prof. Hawking’s run off with his best friend’s wife??
I doubt Prof. Hawking ran off with anyone… (sorry, bad joke)