Nice hits, baby
Just spent a minute looking at what Google searches are hitting me. The usual Darryl Hannah crap -- I tell you, more people (poor pets) come calling looking for the lowdown on her missing digits than anything else I have here. Give the woman a break! There are at least a dozen much more interesting things about her than her hand, and that's from someone who knows almost nothing about her. Go watch Kill Bill. Go look at her eco-videos. If you want missing body parts, go look up Telly Savalas whydoncha? End of rant.
One nice hit. "Virtual shenanigans". That would actually be a good job title for me. Officer in charge of virtual shenanigans. Me likes.
Not much else of mental note to report today. My neurons are thinning out nicely as the big birthday approaches. I've justified my existence today by doing much reading about Dilbert and cubicle culture (which is a slight crossover from my fun to my work blog, but mostly its all fun, isn't it?). At my age, I'm not good for much else. Carpet bowling or mall walking maybe.
One nice hit. "Virtual shenanigans". That would actually be a good job title for me. Officer in charge of virtual shenanigans. Me likes.
Not much else of mental note to report today. My neurons are thinning out nicely as the big birthday approaches. I've justified my existence today by doing much reading about Dilbert and cubicle culture (which is a slight crossover from my fun to my work blog, but mostly its all fun, isn't it?). At my age, I'm not good for much else. Carpet bowling or mall walking maybe.
posted by Colin at 4:34 PM
2 Comments:
I see the idea of turning 50 isn't getting any sweeter to you. You make me smile, though. When is the big day, anyway?
I hope you don't mind but I've been reading your 'work' blog and it makes my mind pump like it hasn't in years. I actually like the feeling but I have to say....
I am a smart woman, but I've never had a mind like yours. I'm a quick thinker, which makes the 'smart' part look even better. However, things you write really give me pause. I would never post a comment to your work blog, but if I could do so here, I'd appreciate it. So here goes....and it's long.
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I was reading your post about how telecommunications are destroying the idea of real space....something I’d never thought of before. I imagine that when you referred to ‘sacred spaces’ you wern’t talking in the big sense...but then again, couldn’t the thicket a child cherishes or a certain rock along a stream one ‘has’ to sit on when they visit be as sacred as a church of choice or Stonehenge or the Mayan ruins?
Anyway, it makes sense to me that instead of the ‘space’, we create items. Maybe I’m cynical.
I have a friend who is in her early 60’s and isn’t particularly responsible or self-aware. She barely exists on Social Security and her husbands pension. She has no insurance and has no compunction about using hospitals as her doctor...and leaving without attempting to pay. (Don’t get me started about health care in the U.S. ~even though her attitude irritates me.....).
Anyway, living such a marginal life, with few hopes, goals, whatever...she seldom lives anywhere for long. Instead, she spends a good 300.00 plus per month on keeping her ‘things’ in storage, because she can’t afford to both rent a place and get her things. I’ve seen what’s in those storage rooms, and though there are a few things that are unique and have value from her past, most of it is crap from thrift stores and Walmart. (Don’t get me started on Walmart, either.)
For example, she has bags and bags of yarn. Even if she gets it at a thrift store, it’s usually the brand that Walmart sells.
My point is this....she’s without her ‘things’....has been for years. But, if you take her to a Walmart (and you don’t want to), she can wander FOR HOURS, taking in everything. Especially the yarn section. She walks slowly as if entranced, and when she exits she almost always has several skeins of yarn (whether she’s working on something or not), a candle (same color and scent) and the same coffee. And she’s comforted for a while.
To me, her yarn and her candle and her coffee are her sacred things.
And that brings to mind my second question or thought...If you have identical copies of items that you can find anywhere, can it be ‘sacred?’
Or is that your point exactly?
To me, a sacred place takes you further than yourself. Even a cherished sacred item (maybe that you’ve carried from your homeland) can take you further than yourself...remind you of someones goodness or teachings, give you a feeling of peace, make you question where you are, who you are. It has a particular, important meaning TO YOU.
In my friends case....your point is proven .... being everywhere means she’s nowhere. And I wonder if that doesn’t contribute to the emptiness she seems to carry with her.
Hey Robin,
Thoughts like those in your comment certainly belong on my 'work blog' -- don't hesitate.
I like the idea that sacred spaces/things take you beyond your own personal boundaries, connect you with something larger, etc. And I share your reservation that endless multiples of objects we cherish are each of them sacred. The lucky penny I carry in my pocket may look the same as all the other pennies in the world, but there's only one "my lucky penny" and if you tried to switch it on me, I'd be steamed with you. But I do also wonder if people use endless copies of cherished objects as a way to try to get love from the world or maybe some more base kind of satisfaction. It's like a rat pressing a bar for a jolt of artificial, electrical pleasure, or that scene in The Great Gatsby where Jay lavishes over his closet full of custom-made shirts. Your friend, whom you've painted in such vivid colours she belongs in a novel by the way, seems like that to me as she wanders the box stores collecting yarn -- so symbolic that she collects yarn -- long strings that can be used to knit things together, make knots, tie up stuff. It makes me think of Ariadne's Thread. She's trying to find a way out I bet.
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