Saturday Evening Post (What am I doing?)

Is it a healthy curiosity about the world, or just untreated ADHD?

No one's ever accused me of the latter, but tonight I'm bouncing from one thing to another, leaving this one unfinished because that one over there catches my attention.  

Here's what I mean:  

8:14    Bell Telephone Hour, newly uploaded by someone who has obtained a number of television shows from the early-to-mid 1960's that were recorded to color videotape.  This one is from 1964, and a couple of minutes into it, I feel like I don't want to sit and devote full attention to it for a full hour.  Elsewhere in this person's library, I find a Ford Show from 1961 (again, color videotape) about "Songs of the Sea" that has had far fewer views than the rest in the collection, and I bookmark the Bell show and click that Ford Show up on screen.  It's half as long as Bell, but at 8:21, browser history tells me I was reading an article from Le Monde about telemarketers and zeroed in on the term, new to me, "moulin à paroles."   If color videotape is irresistible to me, so are French idioms.  A "windmill of words"?  Well, yes, if you think of someone talking and talking in a way that puts you in mind of a windmill continually turning, never stopping.  After satisfying my curiosity about that phrase, I return to Ford, but increase playback speed to 125%, including the commercials that use the Peanuts characters (and gave Schulz the idea of making a full-length animation on the subject of Christmas).  

When that finishes at 8:45, I go to still another recent upload of the Bell show, this one from 1961.  The tape was showing its age at the beginning, wobbling through the first several minutes, but again I didn't want to commit to an entire hour and so bookmarked that one on the browser bar.  On the right side of the screen are other algorithm choices from YouTube, and one from Martha Stewart on making lemon Danish grabs my attention and keeps it for several minutes until I realize that making the dough will involve much more muscle that I want to devote to baking preparation.  Fold it, roll it out, re-fold it, re-roll it out, oy gevalt.  

Short attention span is locked in, as I spot a Kate NV song and play it, followed by Walter Becker's Medical Science, then a song from Soyuz featuring vocals from Kate NV.  I find the album in YouTube Music and add it to my library.  That breaks the music streak, and I decide to write this stuff down for future reference, in case I (or anyone else, I suppose) want to remember a representative web-surfing night.  

Now hit Publish, then over to Musora for a lesson, then off to bed.  There'll be bookmarked content waiting for me tomorrow morning.