Checking emails. 
Easy. Delete or respond. Respond later, waver about deleting. Get pissed at friends who request that you forward their epistle to everyone else in your address book, definitively not the definition of what friends should do.

But, for a brief and fleeting moment this morning, I became another person.

The email read: Hello Richard, welcome to your weekly Ticket Alert!

About to push delete, I hesitated. Since Richard was receiving an email about what Tickets he might be interested in receiving, I thought, why not? A little innocuous voyeurism into Richard’s life. Or, a chance to get a jump on the latest, greatest, upcoming, soon to be a mega hit, production.

Or, realize that I am living my life, less on the edge, than my alter ego Richard.

He, you see, has the possibility of participating, on April 6th, in the semi finals of a “talent contest.” I imagined that we were wildly successful in the quarter finals. This Friday, we are going to hear SpaceHogs, featuring Dead Celebrities. Perhaps, not a name for a group I would have chosen, but if you want a sampling of their music, here goes. 

Finally, because Richard and I share an appreciation for art, apparently, we’re going to the Cloisters, any Sunday we choose, over the course of the next month.

So, I wondered, if Richard received my Ticketweb selections, would he think about broadening/changing/challenging his conventional tastes and participate in what moves me?

Or not.