August 22, 2002
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TheHorseYouRode compared me to Dean Moriarty, a wild fictional Beatnik. Just the other day, BobsLeftNut implied that I’d done even crazier things than Wm. Burroughs, who’s noted for killing his wife in a drunken attempt to shoot a champagne glass off her head. I just can’t express how thrilling it is to be compared to these guys. As a preteen wannabe Beatnik, they were my heroes, my role models.
In one of my long-running fantasies (see today’s previous blog below) Kerouac and Cassady saw me in the coffeehouse in Wichita and took me to the coast with them. Either coast, flexible fantasy is my specialty.
RiottGyrrrl commented on the harshness of sentencing a seventy year old woman (aforementioned blog below) to seven years for embezzling church funds. Most people feel that way, too. However, Thisba Hubbard took her incarceration with good grace and some pleasure. She had no more life on the outside anyway, with her husband gone and her church no longer a place of refuge and fellowship. One thing she and I agreed on, our little common quirk, was recognizing in the prison experience something that could be achieved in no other way, except possibly in a convent… if it was the right convent. Thisba had a fine, wry sense of humor.
Speaking of humor, Greyfox blogged today and it wasn’t really a rant. He has missed five days of work because of rain. The weather is getting to him, and so is the thought of missing all those unhappy tourists, all chilly and wet and socked in so they can’t see the mountain. They came for Denali, after all. How dare it hide in the clouds? But these are my musings on his motivations. What he rhapsodizes about in his blog is his bed.
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I’m uh … actually out the door in a minute, but I found your instant update in my mail box and began laughing.
Oh … how I needed that chortle, that soul chuckle.
My dear sweet sister of the soul … You are only YOU! To compare you to anyone is just … well …
I could see how it could happen. But you are a wonder and a joy. Crazy, beyond crazy in fact … and that’s what makes you far more lucid than ANY ONE I know.
You’ve gone thru chapel perilous and made it out the other side with a bag full o’ goodies.
Remind me to tell you about the guy who said he went to the Talkeetna blue grass festival *some years ago* and had the best damn fruit bar he ever had.
This world is small. We’re all connected.
“…through chapel perilous and out the other side with a bag full of goodies.” You said it, sweet Sarah! That is precisely what I’ve done. Go ahead, try this at home, kids.
where is Thisba now?