Midweek Update Made Simply (MUMS)™
When unforgettable people leave our lives for any reason, it leaves significant holes in our souls, unless said feeling of un-wholeness is entirely imaginary. Feelings may indeed be imaginary, but that does not make them unreal, any less than dreams might be said to be unreal. Indeed, dreams are supposed, or assumed (by many of us), to be unreal, and life is supposed to be real. Some tragic events make it seem not real, not possible, and certainly not acceptable. Today, it seems unreal that Vanessa’s daughter would have died so soon, or so easily it might seem, after only bumping her head the way hundreds if not thousands do on the slopes every day. Brain injuries were not all created equal. My own major brain injury (major injury, minor brain) was not the result of any event, yet I was allowed to survive (Sep 2001). She was merely taking some time to herself, and now she’s gone.
That is not my life. My life has other people in it, some coming (very few) and some going away (hardly anyone remains) and the number shrinks toward zero. Nothing would seem to indicate that those who drift away will ever drift back. Sometimes this is how we get their drift, by having it be gone. But that is some other song about a yellow taxi. We’ll do that again, no doubt. Joni never fades away.
Drifting back to the point, we have three songs, presented in forward and reverse order, and in single-file no-color order (to match to posting at FaceBook) of the individual songs with the comments placed there, but of course repeated here) to allow one-shot vibrating. This is another obscure reference, to something technical that once had an interesting purpose. What this world needs is a good, one-shot multi-vibrator. Any suggestions? Specs are helpful, if you have some.
Meanwhile, the songs represent three individual people — not actually real people, but hypothetical ones. You know, the kind that they have on the movie screen, or the DVD player, or in your hand-held device of some sort, these days. Technology will eventually become so sophisticated, even the engineers will not be able to keep up with it. Then, who will profit?
Never mind, go on with whatever you were doing. It was more important or interesting, or both, that this could be. Or, turn the page and listen.
–g♥
Forward, as they now appear top-to-bottom on “The Wall” of mine:
Reverse, reflecting the order they were installed last-to-first:
Each one, with its own story:
Finally we sing to matching birthdays, for Layla, who had no middle name. Unless she added one, she still has none. This song was the reason her Mum (okay, her parents, but that part of her life seemed to have the nearly Dad-less aspect of the ass-pecked existence to it, with an entire ocean between them) had named her Layla back in the late 70’s (I’ll never tell), and I guess I remember her father’s name was Evans, and she definitely had no middle name at all (some folks have two or more). Maybe I remembered that part wrong. Maybe Layla’s birth father had a different last name than Evans. Hell, I don’t want to remember anyway, so why do I try? Why can I not just simply switch off this disturbingly pretentious head-computer in this decaying noggin? Someone tell me!
This is in place of “Locked In A Cage” which I could not find. The explanation (unstated) for this could be similar to the previous one if it were to be expressed. Instead, it is implied; this song might be completely irrelevant and meaningless. The listener may hear, and judge or not judge, as the case may need to be. In my case, I have no further comment. Anagram artist/title: Skillet – Comatose is the same as Cloaks – Mistletoe, who may or may not be real. They’d be green, it would seem! Like a parakeet in front of some soup can, maybe. This reference, obscure, unverbed.
♫♪(reformatted for your convenience to 128kbps)♥
If memory serves she favored Relient K, back when we met at that Alabaster forum; with commonality amid differences we aspired to form some friendship across hundreds of miles. Their name was seen recently on her I Like list, but not now, so this is not wisely chosen. Instead this random pick gets put here as some kind of gift. Even if it is not really my gift, it seems fitting somehow. Perhaps the meaning will emerge in due time.
Meanwhile, this forces another posting to the blog, but instead of waiting for an entire week to accumulate, the short-term goal is (just for today) to post some other, less personalized gifts, not aimed at Amy, but at anyone even remotely related to what Amy and I have in common. We *do* have something, whether anyone else admits it or not. We need no more than what we have; what is between us is exactly right, and that is what is most amazing. Yet I will do more, even if not needed, perhaps a blog post today.
Prove me wrong, if you will. I may.
–g♥
That’s it for this Wednesday, now passing into forever-land as one more yesterday.
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tearsofmine said,
090322 (March 22, 2009) at 101516 (10:15 am)
just saying hi. the sun is shining here. hopefully it is there too.
♥
Galen said,
090322 (March 22, 2009) at 140948 (2:09 pm)
Sure, but in five minutes it’ll be raining! It hailed just a little while ago, but now the glare from the plastic patio chair is blinding me. Of course, I do not have to look at it, but I enjoy being blinded. Thus, I blind myself daily by closing my eyes. Only for a moment, and the moment’s gone. Dust, in my chimney.
I comment here, I comment there, I comment everywhere. I shall probably quote one of your paragraphs. This one, in fact, since it could be true for me, too, and by doing this, I might be putting “the hex” on it:
Life used to have Kodak™ moments, but now we are digital. Can you dig it all? Digitallover…
–g♥
tearsofmine said,
090330 (March 30, 2009) at 105324 (10:53 am)
any word from the root lady?…:-\
Galen said,
090401 (April 1, 2009) at 094146 (9:41 am)
Try to imagine limitless streams of ZERO.
blankness is the extent of it (bite, o, i)
alas, my connection to myriad mysterious persons (including said fundamentally legally blond one) went faulty some time ago, i fear, when i paid attention to something or someone else. if i ever do know or hear (without knowing) anything, it would be my privilege to alert you promptly. it might do some good (or none at all) to ask our purple princess what she might know, since i have seen the cali-girl leaving her marks there recently, in the land of booked faces where i find myself (repeatedly) loathe to go anymore and have no plan to stop soon.
obviously march was not the month to proceed with anything. my marching days are long since gone, anyway, with Old Lang and that sign of his.
–g♥
Galen said,
090417 (April 17, 2009) at 204445 (8:44 pm)
This seems to have lost its point, if it had one. I might consider ending it, but that is also pointless. The sad part is that it seems like many more pointless things remain to be said, and I feel the urge is not completely dead, even if it is always dying, all the livelong day and night. After I hear about Annika, I might feel better about how bad I feel, and anticipate continuing to feel: bad, badly, and worse after that.