Time is something I think about a lot.

It’s infinite. We measure it. We wait, we give up, we are early, we are late, we are on time. We are very “fuck you” to people who are not on time. In the long run we don’t really have a lot of it, so wasting it seems dangerous.

Recently, I bought a couple of hour glasses. One is actually an hour glass: it measures an hour. The other measures 15 minutes. I like the look of them, the architecture, and I like the fact that they have a function: they measure time. I like the soft sound they make as they work. I like the fact that they allow me to control my activities based on the time they measure (or at least that’s what I like to tell myself). For instance: “if I still feel this crazy in an hour when this hour glass has finished its job, then I will DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, MAYBE.” I am in control!

In a few hours I pick my friend Kelsie up from the airport. Kelsie is coming out to do the Boulder Fringe. It’s the fourth year she’s come out to work with my company as a Fringe artist. I love having her around. She’s probably the funniest person I’ve ever known (seriously) and she has an uncanny ability to make everyone feel awesome about themselves. She’s good for an ego boost. And best of all: she’s outrageously honest. She doesn’t fuck around. Kelsie calls the Fringe “Harrison Time” and I call the Fringe “Huff Time,” because it’s really the only time we get to see each other, and really: we like seeing each other. Kelsie lives in Chicago – we met working on a show together there before I moved to Boulder. We got along pretty much immediately and have been buds ever since. We are annoyed by the same shit and enjoy the same things, despite our seemingly radically different backgrounds and histories. What more could one ask for? Well…comedy. But we have that covered, too.