Friday, September 01, 2006

My good friend AdequateDer is a songwriter - well, a composer, really. He wrote a song titled "Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg", which, if we're all very very nice to him and say "please", he might someday let us all hear, if we're good.

According to Wikipedia,

The longest place name in the United States (45 letters) is Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg, a lake in Webster, Massachusetts. This is incorrectly said to be Algonquin for "you fish your side of the water, I fish my side of the water, nobody fishes the middle". (It actually means "Englishmen at Manchaug at the Fishing Place at the Boundary").

I had the (I now know) apocryphal meaning in mind this morning as I hummed the very catchy tune composed by my good friend, and ruminated about the general atmosphere of the blogosphere.

Seriously - we're clearly none of us responsible and grownup enough to carry on constructive conversations with one another. I'm the first to admit I'm weak and timid and unable to withstand rigorous critique. Guilty as charged. And I'm also hypersensitive, touchy, overemotional and neurotic in a way that makes others uncomfortable, especially those others who are particularly aggressive, judgmental, shortsighted, unimaginative, sadistic, unsympathetic and lacking in empathy.

I just can't see for shit in the feeding frenzy in the middle of this lake.

So I'm going to go fish on my side for a while. And in so doing, I hope it is clear that I respect both the fish and the fisherfolk on the other side, and their skill as fisherfolk, and the long and rich cultural history embodied in their fishing traditions, which are different from mine but no less fascinating, and the delicious culinary achivements that sprung from the abundance of fish out there on their side of the lake.

But I'm spending way too much time messing around on the other side of the lake, clearly, when I should be paying attention to my own side.

Oh, who am I kidding. I'll be back in the middle right there along with everyone else.

Are you trying to get me to divulge the word in the 2nd verse?(note the singular...)
"hypersensitive, touchy, overemotional and neurotic in a way that makes others uncomfortable" And this would be wrong because...? Listen, I would rather rock the Richter with my histrionics and brio than go flatline any day. We live in the land of the chronically beige. Thank Godthingy you're colorful.

pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis - duh.
Kristin - I stand on the shoulders of colorful giants.
Now, in two-part harmony! Take it up a third.
Ad~ Maybe you can debut the song in Bangkok, the city's real name is *ahem*:
The city of angels, the great city, the residence of the Emerald Buddha, the impregnable city (of Ayutthaya) of God Indra, the grand capital of the world endowed with nine precious gems, the happy city, abounding in an enormous Royal Palace that resembles the heavenly abode where reigns the reincarnated god, a city given by Indra and built by Vishnukarn.
I look back on this post and it looks so GCW ("Goodbye, Cruel World") and I didn't really mean it to be.

But last night I had this crazy dream that some random blog war or another exploded into the real world, and someone released these poisonous insects - huge and malevolent and obviously poisonous - and we all had to ride around on bicycles.

then I woke up.

wait, the insects were on bicycles, too? i feel this is deeply significant, somehow
that's nothing, bd - I told y'all about the dream I had where I was pregnant with kittens, right?

and then the dream I had where my birds laid eggs, and they hatched, and some of the baby birds had weird human faces.

I have lots of weird and vivid dreams.
we should all start writing 'em down more often. i used to keep a dream journal, haven't been keeping it up for a while.

heh, i once saw a play which ended with a woman giving birth to a puppy. not even the weirdest thing that happened there, by far.
um... this is a strange group of people on this blog...
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