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
Monday, June 20, 2011
My mother's criminal record has been expunged.
It wasn't as straightforward as you might assume.
But.
As far as the harassment and child endangerment complaints are concerned, it's as if it never happened.
The trailer was also removed from her yard, but the property line is still in dispute.
And the neighbor who for some weird and unknown reason hates my mother is now engaging in some ridiculously immature and stupid antics. Like cutting all his trees so that there are "windows" through the branches showcasing his many (at last count five) boat/RV trailers and a bunch of junk engines and burn barrels he lined up on his side of the property line.
Yes. He's bullying my mother. And tearing up his own yard in the process.
We did find out that he's been harassing the township office, everyone in the township office, for the past two months, shouting allegations of negligence and corruption because they won't "grant" him various special permits to build on his property.
It's not quite all's well that ends well, yet, but I'm choosing to remain positive that we're heading in that direction.
On the way home from the courthouse it occurred to me that I'm living a Hallmark channel movie. Small town girl moves away to a big city for many years, then, after her father's death and losing her job and losing her high rise condo, she's in personal crisis and at a major crossroad in her life when her mother's illness prompts her to return to her small home town where a nasty newcomer is threatening to disrupt the calm, friendly way of life in her home town.
All that's missing is the former high school crush who's now a widowed veterinarian.
If it weren't so cliché and sad it would be funny.
I've never imagined what sort of movie my life would be, but I never imagined it as the premier movie of the week on the Hallmark channel. I mean, I'm glad I'm not living a Cinemax After Dark movie, but there has to be something between cheesy cliché Hallmark channel movie and cheesy cliché Cinemax After Dark feature.
9:47 PM
