Well it takes one to know one, Marsha. We can start a club! Oh wait. RMP already did.
On Mon, Sep 14, 2009 at 1:24 AM, MarshaV <[email protected]> wrote: > > > No matter what you opinion of anarchistic introverts, your stories are > still > great. > > > > -----Original Message----- > From: [email protected] > [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of John Carl > Sent: Sunday, September 13, 2009 11:07 PM > To: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [MD] Uncertainty > > Marsha, > Coming from an anarchisitic introvert it means all the more to me. Thanks. > > On Sun, Sep 13, 2009 at 12:42 PM, MarshaV <[email protected]> wrote: > > > John, > > > > > > Yes, goodie, it's magical, but tell me again why the sky is blue, Daddy? > > > > > > ------------- (13 dashes) > > > > > > I have a spider tattooed on the back of my neck. It is there to weave > the > > thread of communication. I had always thought it was to sing Her song, > but > > surely it must be to hear the woven threads of others, like your > beautiful > > little stories. Thank you. > > > > > > Marsha > > > > > > > > > > > > -----Original Message----- > > From: [email protected] > > [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of John Carl > > Sent: Sunday, September 13, 2009 2:56 PM > > To: [email protected] > > Subject: Re: [MD] Uncertainty > > > > On Thu, Sep 10, 2009 at 11:26 PM, MarshaV <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > I like spiders... > > > > > > > > > > > > > Ok that reminds me of a story. A story with a moment hanging by a thread > > and the thread was a spider's web tendril, woven by a damaged spider. > > Damaged but alive. > > > > The spider's plight was witnessed by a little girl, with her dad, at the > > dump. > > > > I guess I'm gonna tell you the story because it's been in my head to give > > to > > you. I'd like to plop the book it comes from in front of you and make > you > > read it for yourself in the author's own excellent words. But I can't do > > that. All I can do with your eyeballs is try and lure them onward with > > words. > > > > so sit down and shut up. You wanna hear the story or not? It's called, > > The > > Garbage Man's Daughter. > > > > The story as I heard it was told through the viewpoint of a young woman. > A > > bit troubled. Worried somehow, that things went amiss and she's writing > a > > letter to her father, going back to where she felt they went wrong. > Where > > they took a wrong turn from understanding each other. > > > > She starts by describing her nature as fact-oriented. Every evening, as > > she > > grew, she spent in front of the tv, absorbing the facts of her world from > > Dan Rather. She got kinda gloomy after a while. > > > > She never believed in Santa Claus. She called her parents by their first > > names and announced, "Bill, Wanda, I don't want you to write "From Santa > > Claus" on my presents anymore. Santa doesn't exist. > > > > She also didn't want any such things as pretend dolls, or toys that were > > imitations of things. She wanted microscopes, a gyroscope. She'd sit in > > front of the tv, play with her gyroscope, contemplating the way a planet > > spins, and absorb the facts as presented by Dan Rather. > > > > She pondered the idiocy of the whole Santa Claus - Tooth Fairy mythos. > Why > > would adults make up fairy tale characters to take the credit for the > good > > things they do? Why not rather invent mythical creatures to cover up > > embarrassing moments instead? "oops, it looks like I've been struck by > > that > > nasty fart fairy again, the wicked little beast." > > > > But in her extreme empirical devotion to fact, she goes a bit too far. > She > > hears her folks talking about the garbage man and assumes him to be > another > > one of those inventions to cover up the fact that adults have to take out > > the garbage in life. > > > > Only this one seems kinda cool to her. A character with a little pizzaz. > > She pictures him, big belly, cigar, curly hairs poking through the top > of > > his long-john tops. She's actually pleased that the "oldsters" have a > > spark > > of creativity in them after all, after all that other blatantly > > manipulative, "Be a good girl or Santa won't bring you any presents" > crap > > or the equally offensive "Nice girls go to heaven". > > > > Jesus, Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, the easter bunny? Boring. But the > > Garbage Man, he strikes her fancy. > > > > And then, one early morning, when she happens to be up for some reason... > > > > She hears out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, > > > > She springs to the window to see what is the matter > > > > And what to her wondering eyes did appear, > > > > A man in coveralls with a garbage can coming out from the rear. > > > > > > All of a sudden, the thought that the Garbage Man is actually real shakes > > her empirically built universe of cold hard fact to its core. She finds > > faith. She constructs a world where the Garbage Man lives - at the Dump! > > In a teetering shack where his many children scramble through the crap > > looking for the good stuff. > > > > It makes her mad that his children have to live in squalor. It doesn't > > seem > > fair. Are all the other fairy tale creatures slaves as well? Maybe some > > fiendish intelligence is MAKING Santa live in the cold North Pole and > maybe > > the tooth fairy doesn't like changing good money for germy teeth. It > sure > > makes sense that Jesus didn't want to be crucified. Who would? What > kinda > > mean intelligence is running this show? > > > > She begins to make little offerings of good clean food and nice clothes > in > > the garbage. She worries that it seems like the Garbage Man just mixes > up > > her stuff with all the other messy garbage in the back of the truck, but > > figures it must be one of those magic things like Santa being able to > visit > > all the homes in the world in one night. A soul finds faith and makes > > offerings, the old pattern arises. > > > > Until, after a while, her parents noticing the disappearance of food and > > clothing from the house, start to cross examine her and through their > > questions, she begins to realize the mistake she has made. The final > blow > > comes when her dad takes her to the dump and she sees the fact of the > > enormity of the place and the enormity of her mistake. A deep depression > > starts to step in, but her attention is distracted by the weavings of a > > damaged spider, and the magic that is life enters her mind and helps to > > heal > > her. One little spider. > > > > The mind makes its own magic, whole worlds out of the slenderest of > > threads. > > That's a good thing. > > Moq_Discuss mailing list > > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > > Archives: > > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ > > > > Moq_Discuss mailing list > > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > > Archives: > > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ > > > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ > > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ > Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
