Sunday, October 02, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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- Back from Lunch Early
- Why the Butcher's Getting Searched at the Airport
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
7 Comments:
You hate mirrors because they are one of the primary gates between this world and the world of the dead. They are inherently creeeeepy.
Yep, I think you're right. Can I tell you about my beloved creepy mirror?
It's framed in metal and shaped like a narrow old New England grave stone. At the top there are three little groupings of creepy shit. In one are three cowrie shells on a green velvet background. In another is a small baby doll arm reaching for a pair of dice. The third is a drawing of a girl feeding a chicken.
It's really, really weird. And it's on the wall with the skull riddled with nails, so, all together, a creepy side of the room.
Hmm. Maybe I should have been a goth chick instead of whatever it is that I am.
Yep, I think you're right. Can I tell you about my beloved creepy mirror?
I really wish you hadn't. I now will have nightmares. Where did you get that thing?
1. Cowrie shells are used as primary elements in many Santerian and Wiccan rituals. They are the key element in Croning--the summoning of female spirits of divination.
2. Dice are used in Wicca for divination and speaking to the dead
3. Chickens are popular familars in Wicca and used to summon the dead.
Putting all of that on a mirror makes it a powerful device for calling forth spirits from the gateway.
And yes, I do believe in all of this. Because I'm half insane and fully mystical.
But it does go hand in hand with the whateveryouare because Wicca is very close to mitteleuropean paganism in most cases.
K., I now have a total blogger crush on you. That is all.
Wow. You totally picked up the weirdest/coolest mirror ever. Except, how can you sleep in the same room. The hair is standing up on my neck just thinking about it. But, then again, you have graveyard dirt in there. So.
Yeah, and I hate going places, too. Except, I love to drive places. Guess I just don't like to get there. I think it has something to do with the people that are customarily involved.
Oh, and thanks for playing. :)
I'm with you on going places. Part of is that I'm a victim of inertia. I'm happy being where I am, and I'm happy on my way somewhere; it's the transition that gets me. I think it has to do with anticipating the unknown. Will I find parking on arrival? Will I be able to figure out where I'm supposed to be? Will everyone already be there and have a buddy so I have no one to talk to? Will I be early and sit there staring at my nails until everyone else arrives? What if I just think I'm early but really I'm in the wrong place? argh.
What? The skull? The weird heart? The South American demon? The lightning rod? Those are not that weird of things.
But I'll clear you a path to the Butcher's bed if you'd rather stay there.
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