I realized this morning that I’ve been neglecting my questions lately. I’m trying to find a balance between answering those and just telling you fun stories about what’s happening. For the most part, there aren’t a lot of fun stories about what’s happening because my days are spent sitting on my couch, writing articles, and then driving half an hour to teach. And sometimes after I drive the 30 minutes to teach, there are no students. So…yeah. The questions are really more interesting than my life. All of that is about to change, but I’m not ready to make a formal announcement just yet, so hang in there, internet, and let’s talk about time travel.
Presuming you had a time machine what’s the stupidest and most dangerous thing you would probably do with it, despite having answered this question and having labeled it as both stupid and dangerous?
Well, I think time travel in general is definitely dangerous and probably stupid. I mean, Marty McFly’s hand disappeared when his mom was slow dancing/struggling with Biff, and his dad was too wussy to step in. But that’s what you risk when you meddle in your parents’ high school lives. My parents didn’t go to high school together, so I wouldn’t have to worry about that, but if we’ve learned anything from Back to the Future, it’s that you don’t screw around with the space-time continuum. Doing so is both stupid and dangerous, and you could lose a hand in the middle of your guitar solo.
However, there are a few things I’d like to see happening:
- my parents’ wedding – There is no video footage available that I know of. I assume it’s because video cameras were only for TV/film studios in the early 70s.
- me as a baby – There are not a lot of pictures of me as a baby that I know of, and I don’t really remember anything before I started school, and even then, it’s all pretty hazy until about 5th grade. I’m sure my mom could tell us what I was like, but it would be way cuter to see tiny me in action. Unless I was a jerk. Was I a jerk?
- my ancestors coming to the U.S. – My sister is making a massive family tree for our reunion this year, and I’m sure she’d love an eye-witness account of this. Plus, y’all know how much I love to travel, but to be ON THE BOAT with them, knowing what the country is going to become generations down the line, and seeing what it was like back then…man, that would be awesome.
- Beethoven playing his own stuff
All of those things, I just want to witness. I don’t necessarily have to be a participant in history for those. But here are some things I would want to do:
- meet Jane Austen
- hang out with the Beatles before they were famous, and teach them all the Monkees’ songs before the Monkees even form a band (just to be a mischievous punk, not because I have anything against the Monkees)
- follow Jesus, like literally, in person, walking in the dirt (and the rocks, and the…)
- convince Amy Grant that “Baby, Baby” is a bad idea
- convince John Mayer not to record half of his songs
- stop Shutter Island from being filmed, and convince Leo to do a movie that requires more shirtlessness
- convince myself to go vegetarian in college
- introduce myself to Mediterranean food much sooner (hummus, falafel, stuffed grape leaves, etc.)
- smuggle slaves to free states
- smuggle Jews to safety during WWII
- invent leg warmers before anyone else
- invent velcro
Like I said, I think time travel in general would be pretty stupid and dangerous, so I don’t know which of these things is the worst. I’ll let y’all be the judge as to exactly which thing is the stupidest/most dangerous and/or which is the likeliest to cause me to lose appendages. What would YOU do with a time machine?
6 thoughts on “What Would You Do (oo-ooo) With a Time Machine?”
WHAT!?!? You wouldn’t go back to high school and actually date MH?
But Beth– if you had indeed convinced Amy Grant that “Baby, Baby” was a bad idea, what else would I have played on my walkman throughout my 5th grade year? Her back-up hit “Rabies, Rabies” just wouldn’t have resonated with me.
I’m on a commenting high. ANYWAY. I am currently building a huge family tree as well…And found out this week that one of my great great grandfather’s brother’s were supposedly (reportedly), in Russia, part of the last Czar’s personal guard and were killed during the revolution. Pretty cool, me thinks.
Is it weird that my first impulse in response to this is a STRONG desire to write a musical about it?
And “anonymous,” in my time travel scenario, I travel back in time in my current body. I don’t re-embody my high school body. So to go back to high school in my 30-year-old body and try to date teenage MH…well that would just be creepy.
And Emily, you would have listened to NKOTB and MC Hammer like I did. And we would have choreographed dances to both. Now I resent Amy Grant even more for having stolen our 5th grade fun.