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Hey Muser...
... thank you! (That "hey" is betraying my southern sabbatical... I will write about it one day...) I'm sure everyone has the frequent ego-crisis that says no-one will ever want to read what I write..:) I never stop, really, and am just new to blogit - not worried about the money... Probably just as well
I agree, too , about the music... instant time-travel. It's often a jumping-off point, or I find that it creeps into my writing as I go... baffling, but wonderful... Great to hear from you.
posted by
mneme
on April 4, 2006 at 1:34 AM
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Dear mneme...I have not forgotten you, or your lovely writing. I have been
helping a friend who is leaving the island, mostly by just being moral support while she packs. I helped her all last week get ready for a "beading" show this past Saturday. I've been doing too much going, and too little resting/sleeping!
I went back and read everything you posted. I'm sorry for the posts you wrote that got no responses...it's like that here. I have been here almost a year, and I still don't get nearly as many comments as I would love to get, but the ones I do get make Bloging worthwhile. Money? I don't ever expect to get rich; I'm only up to a whopping $42.74 again, after almost a year.
Now,... back to Leonard Cohen... I wonder if he ever thought he'd be the subject of bloggers? Music is a powerful force...it takes us places... I loved your word stereogram, by the way...music can transport us back in time where we can see our past as viidly as we did when it was the present. Fleetwood Mac...I wanted to look like Stevie, sound like her, dress like her, be her...without all the drugs. There is sill a part of me that does... lava lights, lying on cushions.
The only thing in your wonderful description of your youth that was different...really different from mine...was the pipe. We thought that all that was required for that intellectual professor look was a Harris Tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows.
We WERE cool...even if just in our own minds! I can't believe you remember his phone number! Wow! ...sounds like Max.
I loved everything about this post...the picture of your mother waiting for you at the gate...your first kiss...I remember how I thought my heart would beat out of my chest...right before the kiss
Please, don't be discouraged, mneme. Keep on posting to your Blog! Write it all out...the good, the bad...the heartbreaking...
posted by
muser
on April 3, 2006 at 11:32 PM
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BlackPearl1
Thank you :) I was right back there for a while. They were happy days. I wish I'd kept more journals; most of what I write from earlier years is from some flash of memory, and I wish my brain had more space for it all..
posted by
mneme
on April 3, 2006 at 5:20 AM
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Awww, mneme,
What a sweet story. Sounds like good memories. :)
posted by
BlackPearl1
on April 2, 2006 at 10:31 AM
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