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Feb. 7th, 2007
people are apparently obsessed with these hugging skeletons. all three of the "most emailed photos" on my yahoo page are various shots of the recently unearthed bones.
meh. they probably strangled each other, and were buried together by their families as an eternal punishment. or because nobody could pry their dead fingers off each others' throats. kinda like in that "war of the roses" movie with kathleen turner and michael douglas. or maybe they're romeo and juliet. either way, they're dead.
i'm such a romantic. LOL.
but seriously, i find something deeply moving about the image of two dried up skeletons nestled together. not because it hints at the existence of "eternal love," thereby restoring my faith in a heteronormative romantic paradigm (do we even know that one is male and the other female?), but perhaps because it is a material trace of communal sentiment, a hint that at least one person (or two, if they died at the same instant) may have felt comforted by the presence of another at the moment of death.
gotta go now...i have an 8:20 appointment...
meh. they probably strangled each other, and were buried together by their families as an eternal punishment. or because nobody could pry their dead fingers off each others' throats. kinda like in that "war of the roses" movie with kathleen turner and michael douglas. or maybe they're romeo and juliet. either way, they're dead.
i'm such a romantic. LOL.
but seriously, i find something deeply moving about the image of two dried up skeletons nestled together. not because it hints at the existence of "eternal love," thereby restoring my faith in a heteronormative romantic paradigm (do we even know that one is male and the other female?), but perhaps because it is a material trace of communal sentiment, a hint that at least one person (or two, if they died at the same instant) may have felt comforted by the presence of another at the moment of death.
gotta go now...i have an 8:20 appointment...
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ran 2.5 today. that puts me at 8 for the week.
i also learned the truth about the graffiti'ed camper ("club ted" it says, and "3 jug buggy," among other things) that has been parked at the curb in front of our house for the last couple of weeks: there is at least one person living in it. this morning i left the house for my run at 5:15 or whatever time it was, just as a gray-haired hippie emerged from the camper and hopped onto the bike that had been chained to the sad little parkway tree.
ted, i presume. he seemed harmless enough.
that's in contrast to our next door neighbor (she and her husband own their house), who came to the door with her daughter and gave me a bright pink flyer advertising a neighborhood watch meeting to be held at her house monday evening. apparently a crime-fighting expert from the seattle PD will be there to give the neighbors tips on how to keep an eye on each other.
i predict that "club ted" will soon be asked to move along--politely, of course (of course!)--but i'm not gonna be the one to pull the plug. he's not the one who scares me.
i also learned the truth about the graffiti'ed camper ("club ted" it says, and "3 jug buggy," among other things) that has been parked at the curb in front of our house for the last couple of weeks: there is at least one person living in it. this morning i left the house for my run at 5:15 or whatever time it was, just as a gray-haired hippie emerged from the camper and hopped onto the bike that had been chained to the sad little parkway tree.
ted, i presume. he seemed harmless enough.
that's in contrast to our next door neighbor (she and her husband own their house), who came to the door with her daughter and gave me a bright pink flyer advertising a neighborhood watch meeting to be held at her house monday evening. apparently a crime-fighting expert from the seattle PD will be there to give the neighbors tips on how to keep an eye on each other.
i predict that "club ted" will soon be asked to move along--politely, of course (of course!)--but i'm not gonna be the one to pull the plug. he's not the one who scares me.
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