I found this on Facebook this morning.
I believe it highlights the particular agony of writing haiku. It made me giggle.
Peace, people!
Tag: Facebook
Eternal Love (or the next best thing)
As a modern, open-minded and sexually-awakened (whatever the hell that means) woman, I thought I’d seen just about everything. But nooo! As I was browsing my Facebook page today I came upon this little gem:
Because love never dies: Put your loved one’s ashes in a glass dildo
In 1901 Dr. Duncan “Om” MacDougall began a series of experiments wherein he placed elderly, terminal tuberculosis patients on massive industrial scales, hospital bed and all. MacDougall weighed six subjects before and after death, and concluded from the postmortem weight loss that the human soul weighs 21 grams—hence the name of designer Mark Sturkenboom‘s “memory-box.”
With 21 Grams Sturkenboom has managed to create an opportunity for a truly libidinalmourning experience. The “kit” comes in a sleek, Jobsian case, openable only with a key that doubles as a lovely pendant necklace. Inside you find an atomizer bulb (to spritz your beloved’s perfume), a set of internal speakers to amplify music from the iPhone dock in the back, and a blown-glass dildo containing a tiny urn of ashes—21 grams of ashes, to be precise. Sturkenboom describes the project thusly:
21 Grams is a memory-box that allows a widow to go back to the intimate memories of a lost beloved one. After a passing, the missing of intimacy with that person is only one aspect of the pain and grief.
This forms the base for 21 Grams. The urn offers the possibility to conserve 21 grams of ashes of the diseased and displays an immortal desire. By bringing different nostalgic moments together like the scent of his perfume, ‘their’ music and reviving the moment he gave her her first ring, it opens a window to go back to moments of love and intimacy.She is able to have an intimate night with her sweetheart again.
Before you go all Social Justice Warrior on Sturkenboom for the heteronormativity of “widow,” (for who wouldn’t want to be penetrated by a loved one’s earthly remains, regardless of gender or marital status?!?), the inspiration for 21 Grams” is actually an elderly widow—he sometimes helps her carry her groceries. Sturkenboom noticed the urn containing her husband’s ashes, remarking, “she always speaks with so much love about him but the jar he was in didn’t reflect that at all.”
Sturkenboom has not said whether or not his muse is flattered by his tribute.
Yes, should Studly Doright precede me in death I can take steps to insure that he is with me always. I hope my second husband, Bradley Cooper, is okay with this arrangement.
And if I should precede the Studmeister? Maybe they’d construct a fitting receptacle from my ashes. Too much? Dahling, puhlease!
Peace, People!
Weather Vain
I’m standing in
My closet
Trying to
Decide what to
Wear.
I have not
Checked the
Weather.
I go to do so
On my
iPhone,
But I notice
There are unread
Notifications on
WordPress, and
Facebook, and
Pinterest.
After reading one
Particular post I
Realize I must
Google the population of
Guatemala before I
Forget so I can
Update a future
Article, and then
I go back to the
Bedroom closet to
Dress for the
Day.
That’s when I
Realize I still
Must check the
Weather
On my
iPhone.
Repeat as necessary
Until dressed.
Reading Doldrums
Circling in the waves,
Caught up in an
Eddy,
Reeling from
the done,
The finished,
The read.
Now what?
Am I supposed
to forget
Those I grew to love,
to fear,
to hate?
Where do they go
When I turn the
Final page,
When we part ways?
I finished book two in a three-part series yesterday. Rushing to shop in my Kindle bookstore I was dismayed to discover that book three won’t be available until March. Of 2016. I’d cry if I thought it would do me any good.
The point is, I broke my Cardinal rule of reading: Thou shalt not begin a book series until at least three books are available to purchase.
Three is a great number because many series end there. If I waited until every book in a series had been written and made available to the reading public I might not ever have gotten to read the Game of Thrones series. As it is I’ll probably die before knowing what happens to John Snow, et. al.
Thank heaven for Facebook, though. After posting a plea for good book suggestions my feed was pleasantly inundated with not just good, but great recommendations, including that of a novel, The Adventure of the Yrsa written by a friend under the pseudonym, Lillian Sullivan.
My cup runneth over!
Peace, People.
Praying for Eyebrowz 