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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
A new assignment
how about we resurrect this thing by doing assignment #63-- make an encouraging banner. That we can all do. Hip-hip-hooray!
Okay, as part of today's scientific endeavor to prove that hope springs eternal and no good blog ever dies...
A New Assignment:
When I die, here is what I want done with my body. First, I would like everyone who loved me to give it a hug. That way, if there's any bit of the "real me" left in this funny thing, which has served me well, they will squeeze it out and it will attach to them instead of getting lost and wandering around forever looking for them.
Then, I would like people to look at my fingertips. Fingertips are so important, and they're not given nearly enough attention in life. They're how I've learned and acted on so much of what is important to me since before i was born -- my mom's face, the stubble on the face of a love who is sad, a basketball that slipped out of my grip, tree bark with moss, the strings of my violin when the sound is running through them. I would like everyone to notice that I had stopped nibbling my fingernails by the time I died, and remember what a big deal that was to me. My favorite fingerprint was the ring finger on my right hand -- it's coencentric circles that look like the kind of knob in a tree where an owl would live. The middle finger of my left hand looks like a hurricane image from space. My left thumbprint looks like Hokusai's Great Wave print. And the rest are kind of like Nike swoops. Call me crazy, but at various points in my living life I found meaning in each of those things. Everybody can pick a fingertip and remember it.
Then, after that it doesn't matter much to me. If science would like it, take it. At the end of the day, please don't keep me in a jar in a closet or preserved in a box because that will scare children if they accidentally find me one day, and I tried to live my life without scaring children. Plus, I'm not a bug, and don't want people to classify and reclassify me after I'm dead and can't weigh in on the matter any more with my spirit.
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hy!! comic post...
Okay, as part of today's scientific endeavor to prove that hope springs eternal and no good blog ever dies...
A New Assignment:
When I die, here is what I want done with my body. First, I would like everyone who loved me to give it a hug. That way, if there's any bit of the "real me" left in this funny thing, which has served me well, they will squeeze it out and it will attach to them instead of getting lost and wandering around forever looking for them.
Then, I would like people to look at my fingertips. Fingertips are so important, and they're not given nearly enough attention in life. They're how I've learned and acted on so much of what is important to me since before i was born -- my mom's face, the stubble on the face of a love who is sad, a basketball that slipped out of my grip, tree bark with moss, the strings of my violin when the sound is running through them. I would like everyone to notice that I had stopped nibbling my fingernails by the time I died, and remember what a big deal that was to me. My favorite fingerprint was the ring finger on my right hand -- it's coencentric circles that look like the kind of knob in a tree where an owl would live. The middle finger of my left hand looks like a hurricane image from space. My left thumbprint looks like Hokusai's Great Wave print. And the rest are kind of like Nike swoops. Call me crazy, but at various points in my living life I found meaning in each of those things. Everybody can pick a fingertip and remember it.
Then, after that it doesn't matter much to me. If science would like it, take it. At the end of the day, please don't keep me in a jar in a closet or preserved in a box because that will scare children if they accidentally find me one day, and I tried to live my life without scaring children. Plus, I'm not a bug, and don't want people to classify and reclassify me after I'm dead and can't weigh in on the matter any more with my spirit.
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