Sunday, March 05, 2006

Just Imagine...

So, it isn't easy to catch my attention away from the papers due and the stack of books that want to be read, but Junebugg stopped by yesterday to remind me that I hadn't really had much of "myself" in my writing lately. She's right. The stories I don't want to forget or those that seem to connect with my thinking in one way or another have dominated the time I have available for writing. I wondered in response to Junebugg what I might offer with a bit more of my personal voice invested.

Now it happens that capturing my attention for a meme is a difficult thing to do, but, quite coincidentally, it is Junebugg who has caught my attention on that count, too. I have passed a fun-filled hour playing along. I encourage you to do the same. Here's the game as I found it from her this morning:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or don't really know each other) please post a comment and tell the story of a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory connecting you and me . It can be anything you want - good or bad ("good" is better for me, however) - BUT IT HAS TO BE FICTION. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!


There it is, and I've had such a great today "remembering" a time in New Orleans with Junebugg and a day in San Diego with Wil - though Wil and I have never met before today, not even on the blogosphere.

I invite you to join in, to pass along the meme, to "remember" a story or two here or there just for the fun of it. You can look for my comments at Junebugg's or Wil's if you wander in their directions. The rule is to play and to enjoy a moment of imagination.


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7 comments:

Brenda said...

Remember that time, Mary, just for the fun of it we decided to meet digitally. You had picked up some software from a dream that enabled us to meteorize ourselves so that we could simultaneously emerge from each other's computer screens and visit like flickering light beings etched in the liquid crystal ectoplasm emitted by our monitors. It was a fragile visit as we hovered before each other in flickering colour, but we enjoyed meeting and talking of digital representations immensely!

Junebugg said...

I’ll never forget our trip to Scotland. The country was lovely and the people so friendly. Thank goodness you’re good with languages because that Gaelic accent confused the heck out of me. If I hadn’t had you to translate for me, there’s no telling what I would have wound up doing! All I remember of the language now is “SlĂ inte mhath”, but of course we spent so much time in the pubs that you just know I would remember a drinking toast!

Remember the Renaissance Faire at Caerlaverock Castle? I often reminisce about the ribbons and flags waving in the wind, the sound of bells, of lutes, of ocarinas in the air, the lilt of foreign accents, the smell of cooking foods and flowers, the warmth of sun on our faces and the wind in our hair. It was so exciting with the jousting and equestrian events, sword fighting, gypsy dancing, Celtic dancing, wandering minstrels, and story telling.

I never realized that you were so graceful until I saw you dancing the Ceilidh with that Knight in the dragon embossed armor. Did you ever hear from him? I still have pictures of you two together; I could send you copies if you want.

I still have my Serving Wench costume, do you? I’ll never forgive you for lacing my corset up so tight! I thought I was going to pass out and I swear you had my, er, bosoms, smooshed all the way up under my chin. No wonder all the women back then had 18” waists, their internal organs were smashed up into their chests!

Anyway, here’s the reason for this note after so long. I miss you and want to see you again. How’d you like to go back for the Edinburgh International Festival, which takes place in the city each August. I hear that it’s the Marti Gras of Scotland. I’m sure we’d have a great time. Just let me know and I’m packed. Love you girl, can't wait to see you again.

Ken said...

I'm not sure I can follow the rules. lol. I think I best just read along on this one.

Winston said...

I'll never forget that horrible night. My car had stalled out in the middle of nowhere due to the blinding rainstorm and the deepening water in the roadway. I had decided to just stay in the car and wait it out - too nasty and dangerous to set foot outside.

There was no traffic on this deserted strip of road. After an hour or so I started noticing the water rising. It was starting to seep up through the floorboard. In horror I watched as it came higher and higher. I weighed the choices confronting me - stay in the car and drown, or get out and be swept away by the swift rising current. Literally a sink or swim situation!

Suddenly a big 4x4 truck pulled up beside me. You know the type, jacked up front and rear with oversize tires. It had no problems with the water - yet. As quickly as I could, I worked my way out of my stranded and doomed car and up and into the truck cab. There you were, all smiles, introducing yourself and offering me a cup of hot chocolate and a blanket. An angel come to save me, I thought.

Driving slowly on toward higher ground and safety, we chatted. Somehow it was as if we had known each other forever. It was a good comfortable feeling, being saved and delivered to safety by a real friend.

After maybe an hour, there were lights in the distance. As we approached I could see the blinking "Vacancy" sign on the motel. You pulled up as close as you could so I would not get too wet running inside, handed me a $100 bill since I had lost my wallet with my car. I climbed down out of the truck, then looked back up to say thank you one more time. You were pointing a 45 magnum directly at my forehead. Then you shot me dead. No, I'll never forget that horrible night...

Mary Godwin said...

Winston, I shot you?! OMGoodness, I shot you!! We've been playing this game for ...what? ...maybe four or five lifetimes, and I've never been able to catch up to you. When you've got the gun, we don't even make to the rainstorm in the game, but I'm not going to complain. If I got you this round, I did better than I ever have before. Can I be the shooter again for one more round? I wanna see if I can catch you before it rains. -mg

Winston said...

Well, the rule does say completely fictional and made up. I know you would not really shoot me (would you?) so, yes, I trust you with the gun again next time. Actually by the time I got to the end, there were several alternative finales rolling around in my head, bumping into each other. Maybe I should have chosen the one where you shot the giant crocodile that was about to invite me to be dinner, and then we lived happily ever after. Better?

Frank said...

I wonder if you recall the time we met online in a chat room, I think it was AOL, and I was all "Bruno Latour is the MAN!" and you were all, "Latour is just another Frenchman who has a hard time keeping the symbol and the referent straight." and I was all "But what about Aramis?" and you were all "What about Athos and Porthos?" and I was all "Not THAT Aramis," and you were all "Look through _Iconoclash_ and get back to me."

Well I read the book, and I am sorry that I missed the exhibition. I have just about decided to take up curling and give up on this intellectual stuff, but first I'd like to know... do you curl?