Sunday, October 18, 2009
Assignment #52- Write a phone call you wish you could have.
Emily's new post reminded me that this blog still exists and it was such a good idea to begin with. This is an easy one. No deadlines, just post it when you can. You can change the names or keep them the same.
RE: This blog is not dead!
Okay, as part of today's scientific endeavor to prove that hope springs eternal and no good blog ever dies...
Suvi's Assignment #51, from last Spring:What do you want done with your body when you die. Hmm...
After I die, and I guess pretty soon after to avoid complications I'll get to later, I would like people to take a moment 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, though, 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.
Suvi's Assignment #51, from last Spring:What do you want done with your body when you die. Hmm...
After I die, and I guess pretty soon after to avoid complications I'll get to later, I would like people to take a moment 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, though, 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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