Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second — the second — that happens, you know I'll be there. I'll slip in, have myself a real good day.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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Steph L. - Feb 13, 2005 6:49:22 pm PST #9877 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I see that they're a fundraiser for a very worthy cause. Forget what I said--buy them! Buy a couple of sets! I may buy a pair myself.

Yeah, I'd try to make them (maybe), but the fact that these particular ones go toward getting kids books of their own is a plus for me.


Liese S. - Feb 14, 2005 10:55:32 am PST #9878 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Going to post a between drabbles song lyric. It's brand new, needs some work, so I'm open to input. Mostly I want to know how it scans for you. And it's <gasp> a pop song. So.

cop sunglasses

your smile is just like cop sunglasses, yes that is
what your smile is just like, cop sunglasses, yes
your smile is just like cop sunglasses, yes, that is
what your smile is just like

i know i'm in for trouble
when i see that smile start to bubble
up i go ahead and blow the hatches
out i float the tanks 'cause that smile is matchless

yes, your smile is just like cop sunglasses, yes, that is
what your smile is just like, it's like cop sunglasses
your smile is just like cop sunglasses, yes, that is
what your smile is just like

you lay it out like ammunition
when things get cagey or your reputation's
down on the line then you sound the alarm and it clicks
in place on your face like you flicked a switch

yes, your smile is just like cop sunglasses, that is
what your smile is just like, cop sunglasses yes
your smile is just like cop sunglasses, yes, that is
what your smile is just like


deborah grabien - Feb 14, 2005 5:24:41 pm PST #9879 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

New topic? Monday? I didn't see it listed in the livejournal community pages.


erikaj - Feb 14, 2005 5:30:03 pm PST #9880 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I don't know...we seem to have switched to Tuesday.


Steph L. - Feb 14, 2005 5:43:14 pm PST #9881 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Sorry! We haven't switched to Tuesday; I've just gotten into a bad habit of slacking.

Challenge #44 (opposites) is closed.

Challenge #45 takes its lead from the holiday; the topic is heart. In any sense that you choose.


Connie Neil - Feb 14, 2005 6:41:33 pm PST #9882 of 10001
brillig

god, hearts

The tech all but snarls. "You know, we could be running this test on someone who's really sick."

Follow-up tech. "Boy, your results came back beautiful! I hope my heart looks that good when I'm your age."

Fill-in doctor. "But you're too young to have heart problems. Are you sure it's not indigestion?"

ER doctor. "A lot of time panic attacks feel like heart attacks. Just sit here for a few minutes and try to relax."

Cardiologist. "I'm going to bet you've lost a parent fairly young to heart problems, right? Genetics suck, don't they? If we can't fix this any other way, we might need to go for a pacemaker."

At least now it's being treated.

(hopefully someone has happy heart stories)


deborah grabien - Feb 14, 2005 6:59:01 pm PST #9883 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

6 September 1994

What did you feel?

You'd have been under, of course; heart surgery is still the cracking open of the fragile shell that contains the core, still the splitting of the envelope, still the hinterland between life and death, where risk and infection and the beckoning light on the other side lay in waiting.

What did you feel?

Was there a moment, something penetrating the fog of unconsciousness, panic, a slipping through of voices, we're losing him clear damn it clear no good and then that damned light?

What did you feel? And for a moment - did you remember me?


Susan W. - Feb 14, 2005 7:52:21 pm PST #9884 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

9/14/01, University Presbyterian Church, Seattle

At noon the church is jammed with people trying to make sense of a world gone mad. We thought we were early, but are lucky to get seats in the balcony. Soon they’re seating people in the choir.

Halfway through the opening hymn, I notice one of the women in the choir is wearing an I (heart) NY t-shirt.

I am in black. I couldn’t bring myself to wear red, white, and blue. Even in the midst of grief and shock I’m a cynic. I love this country. I’m American to my core. But the people running this country want to use my patriotism to their own ends, so I refuse to surrender it to them.

I am also dry-eyed. I’m thinking, analyzing, speculating. Under stress, I turn off my heart and let my brain take charge. I trust it more.

But when I see that t-shirt I weep and cannot stop.


Beverly - Feb 14, 2005 7:57:01 pm PST #9885 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Susan, this is a lovely drabble. I think the phrase "my superior brain" might alienate a reader, though, unless it was meant to be self-mocking.

I am such a slacker. I can't seem to summon 100 words on any given subject these days. Am working on it.


Susan W. - Feb 14, 2005 8:00:06 pm PST #9886 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Hmm. I meant that my brain is superior to my heart, not that it's superior to all the other brains. How to reword..... t ponders

...and it's edited.