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I guess I've had too much time on my hands. This morning Sr. Grace dropped by in person and we had a good chat. We're both looking forward to the adventure of a new school year. Really. She also dropped off an armload of recent Yahoo! magazines, which turn out to be full of wonderful sites to explore. So you can probably expect a mess of new links in the coming week or so (especially under Stupid Stuff). Today was also laundry day, in preparation for some travel this coming week. There's nothing like a mountain of clean laundry to revive your faith in Life Eternal. I had my usual fat-free cheese on toast with orange juice for lunch. Then there was that yummy six-inch tuna sub with everything for dinner. So now I've covered everything important about this day - except the biggest thing. It's kind of embarassing; so, of course, what's the natural thing to do? Why, put it online for the universe to see. As I was unpacking one of my odd remaining boxes, I found a little box within the bigger. Inside I found my four plastic Beatle figures with bobbing heads. (I'd wondered where they'd gone.) I found a knot of old kairos crosses, a rolly-ball with bug inside, and - a rubberbanded handful of old I.D. cards. I have known about these for a while, but today a sick idea came to mind: what if I scan the photos on these things and post them? Yeah, what if. So I spent the afternoon doing just that. I felt stupid, egomaniacal, and strangely embarassed. It must be something like that moment when you first get your school pictures back in homeroom and everybody (except you) wants to see them. It must be like glancing into a mirror on an especially bad day. Only I got to do it fifteen times in one afternoon. Is that really me? I mean, is that really who I was? It looks like I was happy for a moment back in 1972...but what about those other years? Could I really have been that miserable? How did that face get from 1968 to 1997? (I know too well.) I think it's safe to blame all those institutions for the lousy expressions. They don't really want you to smile, you know. So my next dumb thought was: wouldn't it be great if people could write in and tell me which face they think is the cutest, ugliest, wisest, creepiest, holiest, or most in need of a friend? And why. So if somebody has nothing better to do I guess that would be OK by me. What then? Would I post the most interesting entries? Yeah, that might work. But it all depends on somebody else. If I've brought your curiosity to a boil, you'll want to go here to see what the heck I'm talking about. (One other thing. This is the only link to that page - a little reward for diehard This Journalers like yourself.) |
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