Total Perspective Vortex
What really happened to Trillian? Theories abound, but you can see what she's really been up to on this blog. If you're looking for white mice, depressed robots, or the occasional Pan Galactic Gargleblaster you might be better served here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/guide/.
Don't just sit there angry and ranting, do something constructive.
In the words of Patti Smith (all hail Sister Patti): People have the power.
Contact your elected officials.
Don't be passive = get involved = make a difference.
Words are cool.
The English language is complex, stupid, illogical, confounding, brilliant, beautiful, and fascinating.
Every now and then a word presents itself that typifies all the maddeningly gorgeousness of language. They're the words that give you pause for thought. "Who came up with that word? That's an interesting string of letters." Their beauty doesn't lie in their definition (although that can play a role). It's also not in their onomatopoeia, though that, too, can play a role. Their beauty is in the way their letters combine - the visual poetry of words - and/or the way they sound when spoken. We talk a lot about music we like to hear and art we like to see, so let's all hail the unsung heroes of communication, poetry and life: Words.
Here are some I like. (Not because of their definition.)
Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Smart Girls
(A Trillian de-composition, to the tune of Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys)
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
Smart girls ain’t easy to love and they’re above playing games
And they’d rather read a book than subvert themselves
Kafka, Beethoven and foreign movies
And each night alone with her cat
And they won’t understand her and she won’t die young
She’ll probably just wither away
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
A smart girl loves creaky old libraries and lively debates
Exploring the world and art and witty reparteé
Men who don’t know her won’t like her and those who do
Sometimes won’t know how to take her
She’s rarely wrong but in desperation will play dumb
Because men hate that she’s always right
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
Life(?) of Trillian
Single/Zero
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Right.
So.
Yeah.
How are you?
Things are, um, well, yeah. Kind of erm, well. Right. See. I'm not sure where to start so I don't think I will. Right now I'll just say I miss you and once things settle down I've got tons of words for you.
The censorship, erm, editorial board has a few words for you.
Tillian's Life is the most (?)able it's been in ages. Perhaps ever.
Trillian is going through a lot of things right now. Some of it good, much of it not so good.
File the past few weeks under: "Oh swutting Belgium, what now? Oh, THIS now, I see, well, right then, okay, at least now I know, oh swut, what's that over there? Swutting swut, not that, not now, what do you mean if we lose this account four of us will be unemployed I wasn't the one who made the heinous mistake, oh swutting Belgium, why are you telling me this of course I don't want anything bad to happen to you but you've brought this on yourself, oh no, no, not Mum, no, she's been through so much already why this now? Mummmmm, swutting swut deal with it, be strong girl, be strong..."
Right. Things are chaotic, confused and corrupt in Trillian's life and she's doing her level headed best to keep herself breathing and employed.
She very, very much appreciates everyone's concern and interest and she thanks you all profusely for being so swell to her.
She promises she is not going the way of Kilgore, just merely swuttingly busy and involved with a ton of stuff at the moment and unable to collect the words from her head into coherent sentences.
Once the words form sentences and paragraphs resembling an actual language, about things we will allow her to publish, she'll be flooding the blog with so many words you won't know what hit you.
Trillian says again to thank you all for being so amazingly swell, she doesn't know what she did to deserve such incredible people in her life but she is eternally grateful.
12:17 PM
