on the one hand, earthly remains, house sparrows
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Mar. 31st, 2008 @ 12:31 pm
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The right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing. It looks over and says, "Whaaaaaat are you doing?! Whaaaaaat are you doing? Are you nuts?"
And the left hand says, "Just chill. Weren't you doing something like editing? Just carry on. Everything's fine over here."
Which is just to say, a person can be rational, rational, rational and crazy, crazy, crazy simultaneously. Note to concerned public: the left hand generally does not quite manage to do anything crazy, but it's always trying to. The right hand, realizing that it can never be sure what the left is up to, has become a nosy busybody and is always slapping it down.
It's raining wet snow out there! This is depressing to most sane people, but I want time to go s-l-o-w-l-y, so I'm fine with it.
Sometimes the ground swallows people up and leaves only random bits of their clothing. I wrote a flash story on this topic and got some good suggestions for revisions from kythiaranos and seajules and their colleagues at Flash Me Magazine. I'm going to revise that story one day, and expand it.
Not today, though, today I'm editing, and if I'm not editing, I'm working on that last chapter of The Noon and Midnight Lands
However, yesterday I did see the only remains of some poor soul. I captured them on film:

Yesterday, too, I saw a house sparrow investigating this little hole as a possible place to live. I thought of anushsh's house sparrows in Bangalore.
 I feel...:  under control, definitely I hear...: the wet snow, falling
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| From: | heyes |
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March 31st, 2008 05:09 pm (UTC) |
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Thanks for the link to flash me!
You're welcome; you should definitely submit!
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| From: | heyes |
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March 31st, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC) |
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Yes ma'am.
Better the right hand than, say, one's liver.
neat photos, and YIP on the writing!
Yes, it's in part the right hand that is preserving the liver :-D
thanks!
I often feel that way in terms of the left hand, right hand. Of course, I'm left-handed, so it's gotten to the point where I have to embrace the insanity, or else go mad.
I know--unfair hand stereotyping, eh?
And you're at the point in life to embrace a little madness. If *I* embrace too much madness--well, it's just unseemly :-P (not to mention messy; all the clean-up! I stink at clean-up...)
Yeah... Now if I could just get up the courage to jump right in, embrace the insanity, and not worry about the results for a bit.
Therein's more of the problem than anything else.
Sometimes the ground swallows people up and leaves only random bits of their clothing.
Wait...
That's AWESOME. May I read it, sometime?
I'll send it--it's very short (since it was originally intended for Flash Me)--but you have to understand that I'm going to expand it, to answer all the questions and work out what happens after. (Of course, it will no longer be flash. I'm not sure I can write flash...)
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| From: | slobbit |
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March 31st, 2008 05:39 pm (UTC) |
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Awesome idea, with the swallowing.
I'm largely ambidextrous, so I'm always screwed up! Hemispheres can't decide who's in charge.
I have a very controlling left hemisphere (so, right hand). It keeps me on the straight and narrow, pretty much.
I have no clue what your post is about.
The snow today made me want to do myself in. But then Pixie distracted me by doing something cute.
I once saw a dead guy float by in the Schuylkill River about 12 feet away from me. I was teaching a landscape painting class on the bank. It was spring melt-out. He'd been under the ice at least six months, and was not a pretty sight. When I called the police, they thought it was a prank call.
Please tell me those are gloves or leftover Halloween costume. I'm feeling fragile today.
Sorry! Yes, I'm sure they're just someone's throwaways.
I have never seen a dead body; I'm sure it's just awful, traumatic and sad both.
I was just imagining things--and not real deaths, at that, more like weird transformations or vanishings.
Sorry you're not feeling so great--glad Pixie was able to cheer you up.
WTF is that picture?!? I am so freaked out right now.
Gloves buried in the long grass.
I promise I wouldn't post something genuinely horrible so cavalierly!
There's not a hand in the gloves?!
No!
Oh cripes, do people think I'm posting pictures of a dead body?!
I am from the south! For all I know there's always dead bodies defrosting up there!
It's true we're a murderous bunch, but normally we put the bodies six feet under--at least four feet; that's the frost line.
But it's so cold. Perhaps people regularly give up and just die, then are covered by the snow.
Perhaps they were tourists.
Perhaps from the South.
Perhaps they didn't know how to drive with snowtires.
This reminds me of a folksong, "The Frozen Girl," that might have its roots in reality--about a girl who freezes in a sleigh on a way to a dance. Apparently that really happened at least once in the 1800s.
You had better only visit in the warmer months.
Edited at 2008-03-31 06:24 pm (UTC)
lololol.
thank you for this post, and thank you, dear audience, for your responses.
ROTFL!!
You take the cake :D :D :D
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| From: | anushsh |
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March 31st, 2008 06:16 pm (UTC) |
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ah lovely.. thank you soo much. *HUGGGS*
((hugs)) back! If they make a nest, I'll let you know (if I myself notice)
Aha! That explains the pair of boxers I saw on the ground yesterday on my walk. I almost took a picture of it, but it wasn't immediately apparent what it was. *g*
LOL!
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or a story, certainly :-D
Also also... Your house swallow reminds me of the barn swallows that used to live in the pavilion of one of the rides I worked on at Lake Compounce. Beautiful birds, swooping and singing into and out of the water (this was at the rapids ride), and there would always be baby birds peeping out of their nests in the early summer.
One of the few things that I miss about working there.
Actually, what I saw were the more mundane house *sparrows*--but I agree with you, swallows are so beautiful to watch--they always make me happy!
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| From: | sovay |
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March 31st, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC) |
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However, yesterday I did see the only remains of some poor soul. I captured them on film
That's eerie. Nice.
The gloves were saying "and we alone remain to tell the tale..."
Those remains look a bit spooky.
Your left hand - right hand, rational-crazy all simultaneously reminded me of this old song by Abba called "Me and I" - implies that we're all a bit of Jekyll and a bit of Hyde :)
I'm sure it's true in my case!
Which is just to say, a person can be rational, rational, rational and crazy, crazy, crazy simultaneously.
A-men. *in constant lover's quarrel with self*
Yes, that is absolutely what it is.
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