I don't need to go anywhere to talk to my grandmother: I have her treadle sewing machine, her favorite sister's toy iron, the Little Women dolls she bought for me and piles of doll clothes she made for me. She's always here with me
That's the way I feel about my mother. When she died my father told me I could have anything of hers that I wanted. She had a dozen different warm, fuzzy button down shirts that I loved, so I took those. Every time I put one on, I feel like I'm getting a hug from her. I don't really need to go to a place to feel close to her. As long as I can remember her, she's close.
Her buffista name is erinaceous.
Oooh. Thanks, Deena. Cool for her!
Could we speed up that world-domination plan? I'm not loving the current world domination.
I present World Destruction as an alternative to domination.
Anyone want to help me make this PowerPoint presentation?
Heh, StuntHusband, I love that page.
Also, StuntHusband has a new tag.
I get a kick out of the listing
Things which will NOT destroy the Earth
Which includes:
Gamma Ray Burst'd
Armageddon, as described in the Bible.
Paradoxes
Ceasing all thought
Detonating all the nuclear weapons ever created simultaneously
Proving that 1=0.
Runaway fission at the Earth's core
Gay marriage
I'm the same way about the people I've loved who're no longer here. I feel like they're with me whenever I need to talk to them, or remember them. I enjoy old cemeteries, the one in Beaufort is especially atmospheric, with graves going back to the 1700s, and the one in Old Salem is reminiscent of the one in Savannah made famous by that Garden of Good and Evil book. But I never visit the cemeteries where either of my parents' families are buried. I probably should be scrubbing headstones and arranging flowers today--it's the Easter Saturday activity my mom and dad always dragged me along to as a child. I don't subscribe to it. And it's very telling to me that Mom has never even asked to see Dad's grave, much less arranged for flowers for his grave.
Also? Yay for Erinaceous!!!
And? from her pic, I think we can all say she is not hedgehog-like. Well, at least in appearance....
Erinaceous is adorable in that picture.
Also? I completely support Aimee in her PP&M love. There was a period in the late 60s before airplane rock took off (heh) that people felt they had to choose between folk and rock. Folk had been more popular than it had ever been for a few sweet years in the mid-60s, and rock had--not stalled, precisely. More like a fallow period where it took a deep breath and gathered its strength and set off in a new direction, incorporating much of the folk influences from immediately preceding years. And the folk, um, folk, were understandably worried that their new-found popularity would be overcome by "electronic music," and were resistant to its appearance. I don't think PP&M were the only performers who felt that Dylan had "sold out" when he appeared onstage with an electric guitar.
It all worked out. The Lovin' Spoonful, The Mamas & The Papas, The Byrds, most of the late-60s groups were created or grew from people who had been folk music performers. Even most popular folkies incorporated electronic elements into their performances and their recordings within a couple of years. So holding anybody responsible to statements made, which later practice rendered irrelevant, seems...I dunno, reactionary? Um?
See, I loves my rockabilly and my folkrock AND my Hec.
Well, I've finally heard. I didn't get the part. I'm too "real" and too "American". Ah well. No biggie.
