Frankenstein Placeholder Week, Day 3: Not Yet. Not There.

This lightbulb has been burning for a hundred and thirteen years.

  I've asked my friend Lauren to supply today's placeholder. A bunch of us just saw our friend Bex in "A Passage To India" at the Tower Theatre, which I loved, and which reminded me how much India and Pakistan used to figure in my cultural life when I was a teenager: film after film about the Raj, the works of Salman Rushdie and Hanif Kureishi, there was Madhur Jaffrey, Sayeed Jaffrey, and Roshan Seth, and Peter Brook's "Mahabharata" – whose hypnotic utterances and daft action prancing I would watch on tape again and again – and Milligan and McCarthy's "Rogan Gosh"  – whose pages I scissored out of my old copies of "Revolver" and stitched together – and Camden, and ideas of God not as a lawgiver but as the thing things have in common. And I've missed it. Anyway, Lauren offered this as a placeholder: 

 Her Gran has just bought a lightbulb from Wilco that promises to live for fifteen years. Her Gran is eighty-six and determined to outlive it.