i'm going to write about ash wednesday, babel, breach, she's come undone, white noise, and twilight innings, but not tonight. i may also say something about lost (i've finished season 2!), traffic (are we doomed?), tribal casinos (should they be taxed?), soccer, and the sonics, but probably not. i may even start training for a half marathon, but i can't do that here.
Labels: nonsense
i don't really have much to say tonight so i thought i'd post a ten-minute nonsense story. i'm missing beth at the moment, so it's mostly about her (and me and a tree and a surprise guest). all of the pictures in the story are by matt basinger.
andrew and beth happen to like trees. when the weather's nice, they even climb trees--big, green, sappy trees, sweet smelling apple trees, and even tropical palm trees. however, there is one tree they don't climb. it sits silently outside of andrew's house. the limbs look so inviting, says beth. no, says andrew, remember what the landlord said. andrew leans back in the grass, scratches his chin, and bursts out in a deep bass "you may climb any tree on this lot, but never, no, never, climb the monkey tree."
as they sit and consider the landlord's words, a squirrel tentatively hops from the neighbor's carrot patch toward the tree.
"oh, no," says andrew.
"oh, yes," says beth.
the squirrel leaps from the grass onto the bark--zap! with a sudden flash the squirrel is transformed into a wreaking pile of ash.
"that smells disgusting," says andrew.
"yeah, let's leave," says beth as she wrinkles her nose.
the couple quickly purchases a last-minute deal on expedia.com and flies to new york city. as the plane lands, they are so overcome by the beauty of the cityscape that they forget all about the monkey tree and the recently deceased squirrel. "look!" cries beth, "it's the brooklyn bridge!"
after they arrive at the airport, andrew and beth scurry to the bridge and begin to kiss (see below). as their lips lock, a smart-looking pedestrian turns and watches. he adjusts his glasses in order to get a better view. "hmmm..." he thinks.
as andrew kisses away, beth suddenly senses that something is amiss. she opens an eye and spots the intelligent looking pedestrian.
beth whispers to andrew, "it's matt."
"what?" he asks mid-kiss.
"it's matt," she says.
"it's me," says matt.
after smiling for awhile, matt takes the couple to his home in morningside heights. "this is my wife, jacinda," he says.
everyone smiles. "we know jacinda!" exclaims the couple happily.
sure enough, it's jacinda. she asks everyone about the kiss and then feeds them bright green salad from a monkey tree.
THE END
several weeks ago an endophenotyper from the university of washington off-handedly remarked on the rambling nature of my blog. he then explained that my entries tend to exude better diction and more confidence than my everday speech. more recently, a research subject accused me of having a 'big voice.' after several phone conversations, he was quite surprised to see a lanky andrew behind the phone instead of some bulky nfl lineman (apparently yesterday's all-time personal record of 137.5 pounds didn't strike him as particularly large). all this leads me to several thoughts that have been repeated elsewhere ad nauseum, but let me add my voice to the fray: am I really many different MEs? is technology responsible for some sort of multiplicity effect whereby the telephone me, internet me, and talking me fail to match up? and whats more real, my impression of who i am or how others perceive me?
Labels: blogging, nonsense, sean meichle, who am i?
