Thursday, February 02, 2006
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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WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- A Mad Haiku for the Dar(l)ing Elias
- In Which I Order You Around
- The Good Thing is that They Probably Can Already H...
- Yes, Again with the Libertarianism
- Most of It is My Fault
- Why Hippies Hate Meetings
- More on Men
- Live Blogging the State of The Union
- Reader Mail
- I Smell GOOoood
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:
I don't know why, or maybe it was your intention, but that was absolutely wonderful and it sort of made me choke up.
It is the small moments, those are the ones that define us as people.
I have a cold and feel melancholy and cranky, so this was what I needed at this very moment.
With that said, I love being a girl and for some reason, this post reminded me of that small important fact.
I know that sounds dopey, but I do.
A forty-year old girl, but what the hell.
I loved this post. Great moments.
I remember finding you in the ballroom in the sun in the morning. You were sitting by those giant glass doors. A peaceful dollop. It felt as though I had walked in on something sacred.
And I remember floating next to you naked in the night and feeling our smiles dilute in the water.
Plimco! You're right. I hadn't put that together, but 2/5 of my favorite mulling over memories directly concern you and your family and 1/5 are tangentially related.
No wonder I feel compelled to smooch you guys.
Is this where I reveal myself and my identity as the actual 1st fake name? Plimco = The Divine Ms. B. That wasn't so difficult. I don't think anyone really cares anyhow. Let's make out.
Oh, shit, Plimco. I'm sorry. I got so excited about smooching you, I forgot to maintain your secret identity.
I wonder if this is a common problem for superheroes?
It's ok. Anyone who's been paying attention figured it out after the masturbation commentary. And it's just a secret identity's secret identity, so no matter. I know how to layer my costumes.
Now to think about what my super power would be...
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