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Tag: memes
a summary
This is one of my favorite memes. It’s a look at the last year, through the first line of my first blog post of each month.
- the failed canary in the lightswitch
- a crow carrying pearls
- sometimes we have the same colour iris
- commitment/abandonment
- it's may day: make a joyful noise
- confluence
- artpost: something I could never do
- I'm going back
- a memoir
- heavy traffic
- at the late night double feature picture show
- this is it, the only life we have to live
Looking over my archives, it's clear that this is the year I've written the least. (Two unresponsive partners in a row destroyed my craft to the point where I wonder if I'll ever get it back.) Perhaps I'll find it's a matter of practice. Perhaps I should resolve to write every day, no matter the topic, and if all I have is unhappiness, regret, pain, and sorrow, than I should write anyway, damn my efforts to keep up the tone. I've lost love this year, and trust, and joy, and my partner, and my most intimate friendship. The people closest to me let me down the most, in every possible way. There is death everywhere. And struggle. My body is broken, my heart an open wound, and my life bleak in almost every direction. I have no work, no income, and no future. Losing my writing should at least be my last straw. My writing and my pictures. Once I stop creating, what is there that's left?
So what about your year? What did it look like?
just a short note of general triumph
This is complete genius. Remember that entirely nonsensical LJ mojo meme that was floating around about a month ago? It asked who on your Flist you’ve dated and created a graph that charted things like how Hard To Get you might be. I tried it out, randomly picking the top and the bottom people on the list it offered me, (Devon* and Warren, laughingly enough, as if to only pick the incredibly tall), to try and find out what the idea was behind the seemingly haphazard-dots-onna-graph that were popping up absolutely everywhere. Discovering absolutely nothing, I shrugged, closed the window and forgot entirely about it.
Some people were not so lucky. The poor souls who actually went ahead and posted their pointless meme were duped. The perpetrators of the meme have replaced the graph with goatse. (And yes, all sorts of silly people think the meme-makers have been “hacked”. Aren’t they sweet?) Not only was the picture switched out, it seems quite a few people answered the meme accurately, therefore letting all sorts of cats out of the bag, now that all the dating information gleaned from the meme has gone entirely public.
My reaction? “Less what-anime-character-care-bear-sex-toy-am-I posts? Oh Noes!” Also, mad cackling.
*Those in the mood, go congratulate him. According to his Flickr, his daughter Taylor was born today.
there are more photos to work into later conversation
Truth or Dare. The things I’ve written are not spells and remedies. I want you to give me the illusion that I am caged by your arms. I am willing to find a poison toad, if you require it, and pry the gem from inside the skull to feed you in payment for this simple service.
Yesterday was my first graciously busy day in what might be a long time. Ray and Sophie came out for breakfast, a group of us helped Andrew move, (the boy in the picture), Nicole and I bought Ray new glasses frames, and after I went for dinner and studio photography with Nick. Right now it feels unreal, as if yesterday was some term of time too far away to see minutely. Admittedly, I am suffering that strange lightness of balance that only a scaldingly hot shower after a long day of no food can give a body, so perhaps tomorrow I will have a more lucid understanding of nonspatial continuum, but it’s now that I have a moment to sit and type blankly into the computer screen, so it’s now that you’re going to read, not an enchanted later.
Someone tagged me with the 5 Things About Myself meme that’s been cluttering up my friendspage with admissions like I had a crush on my neighbor, but never told her. Now she’s married to my ex-boyfriend and doesn’t look the same, so I don’t fantasize about her anymore. Well, okay, no. I made that one up, but I’ll assume it’s simple to understand how banal repeated running of this meme can read without going through the hassle of finding an actual entry with it in.
Here’s the only thing I could think of:
You sent away to the postal gods when you were little. Did you get everything you asked for? In classes we practiced our writing in overly looped lines of Dear I Want Please Thank You This Thing How Are The Reindeer? The only holiday more foreign was Fathers Day. Every year the teacher would reprimand me for telling them that I didn’t have anyone to make a card for. Some years I would be brought into the principals office. “This girl is being very unco-operative. She says she doesn’t have a father.”
And instead of answering that meme with four more uninteresting tid-bits, instead I will theft this one:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.