"It’s exciting to walk anywhere with Richard because he will destroy whatever pleasure you are feeling based on your ignorance and inattentiveness." Richard is the brother by another mother of my friend Paul. He was my OK-Cupid-sourced man-friend for 3 years. Now we are just the best of pals. Smartest person I have ever met, for sure. But oh-my-god, he wants to tell you stuff. Luckily, most of it is interesting. This was a marvelous post, but when are they not? Happy birthday, Stone-Stackie. I am glad you are in my life.
I will not even try to say anything cogent about the wind that blew through me on reading this. Happy birthday, stackie. Your success is an inspiration.
I seem to have given people the wrong impression. He does not do the information dump thing. I'm saying I love the way he thinks about things in another part of the forest.
"I don’t really care where civilization starts, but I like the story of the femur bone, because it makes you stretch you mind back to a time and place you can’t really know. At the cross roads of myth and history, you go left instead of straight ahead." AND "a permanent tourist who wants to slip past the velvet ropes of front rooms and discover what’s going on upstairs." Ach! SO good — and this post was especially timely. Thank you, thank you!
happy anniversary!—now you are two. :) i love mead's definition of civilization's genesis (the healed femur bone vs. the ape-tossed one of 2001: a space odyssey!), and oh, how i howled at this line: "It’s exciting to walk anywhere with Richard because he will destroy whatever pleasure you are feeling based on your ignorance and inattentiveness." also love how your last para begins with "We cannot say goodbye" and ends with "In writing, every word is a living ghost."
I love the image of our work being healed memory, and the writer in us in there trying to make a broken part function again. I hope y'all can spare me a healing thought. We''re in CA running from a fire. Blessings on you.
Congratulations on your 2-year milestone! To continually invest the creative energy to produce such consistently thought-provoking and entertaining posts feels like an enormous accomplishment from my perspective. Thank you!
I am thinking about your question: "is the past allowed to speak to us about itself", and this one: "how much has been removed from the history of a site in order to preserve it?" These questions are resonating with me as they relate to place and also about how they are reflected in relationships, particularly family relationships. The way you have framed these questions feels quite transformative to me, whether thinking about a character or real life. I also love this last line: "In writing, every word is a living ghost."
Part of what makes this venture different from any other publishing experience I've had and so much better are comments like yours and readers like you. And you, in particular! Thanks for supporting this exciting way to deliver literary writing to anyone and everyone. xxL
Happy birthday! More than 10K in two years is some kind of record. I'll let Richard decide which record. You are the first person who used "'stack" to describe this platform. It looked anomalous, until it wasn't. Now everyone uses 'stack. I'm having pancakes for dinner.
This is a great story and the inclusion of a Margret Mead story true or not gives it extra sauce. I love it. I expect I am Richard-like in my approach to history.
I love the picture with the miniature horse. I am a dog person, but I think I could easily be a horse person. Similarly, I think I could really love sailing.
"It’s exciting to walk anywhere with Richard because he will destroy whatever pleasure you are feeling based on your ignorance and inattentiveness." Richard is the brother by another mother of my friend Paul. He was my OK-Cupid-sourced man-friend for 3 years. Now we are just the best of pals. Smartest person I have ever met, for sure. But oh-my-god, he wants to tell you stuff. Luckily, most of it is interesting. This was a marvelous post, but when are they not? Happy birthday, Stone-Stackie. I am glad you are in my life.
Thanks!!
I will not even try to say anything cogent about the wind that blew through me on reading this. Happy birthday, stackie. Your success is an inspiration.
I feel I am a lot like Richard even though I try to restrain myself!
I seem to have given people the wrong impression. He does not do the information dump thing. I'm saying I love the way he thinks about things in another part of the forest.
Good to hear! I too try to be thoughtful and intentional in my conversations.
"I don’t really care where civilization starts, but I like the story of the femur bone, because it makes you stretch you mind back to a time and place you can’t really know. At the cross roads of myth and history, you go left instead of straight ahead." AND "a permanent tourist who wants to slip past the velvet ropes of front rooms and discover what’s going on upstairs." Ach! SO good — and this post was especially timely. Thank you, thank you!
happy anniversary!—now you are two. :) i love mead's definition of civilization's genesis (the healed femur bone vs. the ape-tossed one of 2001: a space odyssey!), and oh, how i howled at this line: "It’s exciting to walk anywhere with Richard because he will destroy whatever pleasure you are feeling based on your ignorance and inattentiveness." also love how your last para begins with "We cannot say goodbye" and ends with "In writing, every word is a living ghost."
Thanks, love, so happy to give you pleasure. xxL
I love the image of our work being healed memory, and the writer in us in there trying to make a broken part function again. I hope y'all can spare me a healing thought. We''re in CA running from a fire. Blessings on you.
Good luck!!
Congratulations on your 2-year milestone! To continually invest the creative energy to produce such consistently thought-provoking and entertaining posts feels like an enormous accomplishment from my perspective. Thank you!
I am thinking about your question: "is the past allowed to speak to us about itself", and this one: "how much has been removed from the history of a site in order to preserve it?" These questions are resonating with me as they relate to place and also about how they are reflected in relationships, particularly family relationships. The way you have framed these questions feels quite transformative to me, whether thinking about a character or real life. I also love this last line: "In writing, every word is a living ghost."
Part of what makes this venture different from any other publishing experience I've had and so much better are comments like yours and readers like you. And you, in particular! Thanks for supporting this exciting way to deliver literary writing to anyone and everyone. xxL
Happy birthday! More than 10K in two years is some kind of record. I'll let Richard decide which record. You are the first person who used "'stack" to describe this platform. It looked anomalous, until it wasn't. Now everyone uses 'stack. I'm having pancakes for dinner.
Yaaaay! Two years! (at our age, no less)
You set down the bread crumb trail. Huge thanks, dear comrade. And huge thanks for all you are doing to get KH in. xxL
Postmodern flannuer. That's swell.
This is a great story and the inclusion of a Margret Mead story true or not gives it extra sauce. I love it. I expect I am Richard-like in my approach to history.
Congratulations Laurie!
Huge congratulations and thank you for the tremendous support you gave me. 💜💞
Very happy for your success!
…..when your heart is full of love you’re nine feet tall. Thanks for reminding me I had forgotten!
Happy Birthday!
I, too, sang along with Danny Kaye: “Thumbelina, Thumbelina, tiny little thing. Thumbelina, dance; Thumbelina, sing……
You know, I was going through the songs in my head when I made the dare to test me. xxL
Haunted by “In writing, every word is a living ghost.” ζ͜͡𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𔓎 What a brilliant writer you are, Laurie.
I love the picture with the miniature horse. I am a dog person, but I think I could easily be a horse person. Similarly, I think I could really love sailing.
The miniature horse was very loved you could tell from the grooming of every hair, and he was very bored. I loved him.