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Mar. 1st, 2007 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
more_flexibleGood morning, Tabula Rasa. The Blank Slate, the island of no return. Some of us have found a permanent vacation and others have found a prison, but whatever you deem this place to be, it is without a doubt a change of fortune for us all.
I'm Chris Stevens, lately of Cicely, Alaska. How late you may ask? Well, I'm a decade behind some of you and centuries ahead of others. But what is time, really? We're all here now, and the moment is the thing that matters. Eudora Welty said “events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.” Truer words were never spoken. Life is what you see it as, and the way I see it...life is going on all around us.
When I was in jail back in Wheeling. West Virginia, that is. In the joint you have nothing but time. Time and thoughts and regrets and choices. The worst prison is the one in your own mind, and time...time is the mind-killer, not fear—as Frank Herbert would have you believe. No, fear is just fear, but time, time is what eats away at the cells and the mind. Time is what makes young men old and turns kittens into cats. Time is what fills the gaps of life, like dark matter, like...like jello between marshmallows and little slices of Mandarin oranges. Yeah, I dig that. Time binds us...it's just not as cool to watch bikini-clad babes wrestle around in.
So while we're on the topic of filling time and counting days, I'd like to send out best wishes to Anne Shirley, who, as I understand it is having a birthday today. Happy Birthday, Anne. Allow me this small gift.
Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Aaaanne. Happy birthday to you.
That song has a lot of work to do, you know? Five words and a name repeated daily all over the place, and the power of that wish, that benediction of goodwill for a person on the commemoration of their birth, it's as easy as a smile. So everyone smile at Anne.
And let me add that I heard that both Clementine and Doctor Wilson had birthdays as well. Five words, people. Spread the goodwill.
Goodwill isn't only marked by birthdays, but other momentous occasions that we as humans deem, important. Births...are you aware we have babies being born right here? We've got 'em, folks. It takes a village to raise a child, they say, but I would argue it's not a village until there are children. On that note, I'd like to take a minute to acknowledge the hard working people of this community who have come together to build a school and make the commitment to educate the younger generation. Good for you. School opens soon. I wasn't ever the school sort of kid. I preferred to spend my time boosting cars and smoking pot. Makes that first digression about time and prison make more sense, does it not?
Another thing I never was one for was marriage. Oh, I like commitment about as much as the next person, I just never found that one person who made me think “Now that's the Jello salad I could spend the rest of my life with.” But what I think on the subject is my own, and I won't foist anything but congratulations on Ray and Horatio, who got hitched on Saturday. Assholes weren't invited. And although it's crossed out on this note, I get the impression gifts would have been appreciated.
Congratulations, too, to Dr. Greg House and Captain Jack Harkness. Word is they've gotten engaged and will soon be jumping the broom, tying the knot, and making a happy home with one another. And a couple more doctors. And maybe a few women. And...you know, I lived in a commune in Oregon for a little bit that sounds an awful lot like this story...
But that moves us on to another notice on the bulletin board. Doctor House is getting an island directory together as part of his duties as councilman. Please get in as soon as you can and let the rest of us know what you can do to be a working member of the community. For my part, I'm a humble DJ. Other DJ's you'll be hearing include Klaus Beaudelaire, The Doctor, Abby Sciuto, Luna Lovegood, Roger Davis, Maureen Johnson, and Dr. James Wilson, Alan Shore, and Guy Burgess. Along with the, I'd like to also welcome Neil McCormick to the staff of Radio Free Tabula Rasa. Got a question or suggestion? If you can't find me, he's the guy to ask.
Other news, Doctor Chase is starting a rugby league. The note here says “If interested in the game at all (which is basically a rougher version of football), sign up or ask Dr. Rob Chase for more information. Find him in the clinic or the treehouse, second floor.”
Another item of notoriety. If anyone sees a German Shepherd running loose that answers to the name of Barnabus, please see that he finds his way to Delirium, the girl of the crimson hair. She's missing her pooch.
We can't talk about the missing and not touch on disappearances. They're just as hard as death. Harder, in my opinion, because there's no closure. We know they've gone back to where they came from. Joined the cosmic dance in their own circle again. Or, at least, that's what we hope. Most recently gone are Polly Perks and Lord John Marbury. Those of us who knew them will miss them, and those who didn't missed the opportunity of a lifetime.
It all comes back to time, doesn't it. That linear-non-linear that moves us fluidly from then to now and into the future. Prepping for the future requires parties, don't you agree? There was a bachelor party for Ray and Horatio. If you didn't go...what were you doing?
Maybe you were eating. This week has seen some really good food in the kitchen thanks to Bill Weasley, Sybil Vimes, Jane Redman, Father Callahan, Mimi Marquez, Delirium, Abby Sciuto, ___, ___, ___. Some of the tasty selections included seafood, bacon, carrot muffins, pancakes, banana muffins, potato soup, mango kolaches, fried chicken and biscuits, ___, ___, and ___.
I'm Chris Stevens, lately of Cicely, Alaska. How late you may ask? Well, I'm a decade behind some of you and centuries ahead of others. But what is time, really? We're all here now, and the moment is the thing that matters. Eudora Welty said “events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.” Truer words were never spoken. Life is what you see it as, and the way I see it...life is going on all around us.
When I was in jail back in Wheeling. West Virginia, that is. In the joint you have nothing but time. Time and thoughts and regrets and choices. The worst prison is the one in your own mind, and time...time is the mind-killer, not fear—as Frank Herbert would have you believe. No, fear is just fear, but time, time is what eats away at the cells and the mind. Time is what makes young men old and turns kittens into cats. Time is what fills the gaps of life, like dark matter, like...like jello between marshmallows and little slices of Mandarin oranges. Yeah, I dig that. Time binds us...it's just not as cool to watch bikini-clad babes wrestle around in.
So while we're on the topic of filling time and counting days, I'd like to send out best wishes to Anne Shirley, who, as I understand it is having a birthday today. Happy Birthday, Anne. Allow me this small gift.
Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Aaaanne. Happy birthday to you.
That song has a lot of work to do, you know? Five words and a name repeated daily all over the place, and the power of that wish, that benediction of goodwill for a person on the commemoration of their birth, it's as easy as a smile. So everyone smile at Anne.
And let me add that I heard that both Clementine and Doctor Wilson had birthdays as well. Five words, people. Spread the goodwill.
Goodwill isn't only marked by birthdays, but other momentous occasions that we as humans deem, important. Births...are you aware we have babies being born right here? We've got 'em, folks. It takes a village to raise a child, they say, but I would argue it's not a village until there are children. On that note, I'd like to take a minute to acknowledge the hard working people of this community who have come together to build a school and make the commitment to educate the younger generation. Good for you. School opens soon. I wasn't ever the school sort of kid. I preferred to spend my time boosting cars and smoking pot. Makes that first digression about time and prison make more sense, does it not?
Another thing I never was one for was marriage. Oh, I like commitment about as much as the next person, I just never found that one person who made me think “Now that's the Jello salad I could spend the rest of my life with.” But what I think on the subject is my own, and I won't foist anything but congratulations on Ray and Horatio, who got hitched on Saturday. Assholes weren't invited. And although it's crossed out on this note, I get the impression gifts would have been appreciated.
Congratulations, too, to Dr. Greg House and Captain Jack Harkness. Word is they've gotten engaged and will soon be jumping the broom, tying the knot, and making a happy home with one another. And a couple more doctors. And maybe a few women. And...you know, I lived in a commune in Oregon for a little bit that sounds an awful lot like this story...
But that moves us on to another notice on the bulletin board. Doctor House is getting an island directory together as part of his duties as councilman. Please get in as soon as you can and let the rest of us know what you can do to be a working member of the community. For my part, I'm a humble DJ. Other DJ's you'll be hearing include Klaus Beaudelaire, The Doctor, Abby Sciuto, Luna Lovegood, Roger Davis, Maureen Johnson, and Dr. James Wilson, Alan Shore, and Guy Burgess. Along with the, I'd like to also welcome Neil McCormick to the staff of Radio Free Tabula Rasa. Got a question or suggestion? If you can't find me, he's the guy to ask.
Other news, Doctor Chase is starting a rugby league. The note here says “If interested in the game at all (which is basically a rougher version of football), sign up or ask Dr. Rob Chase for more information. Find him in the clinic or the treehouse, second floor.”
Another item of notoriety. If anyone sees a German Shepherd running loose that answers to the name of Barnabus, please see that he finds his way to Delirium, the girl of the crimson hair. She's missing her pooch.
We can't talk about the missing and not touch on disappearances. They're just as hard as death. Harder, in my opinion, because there's no closure. We know they've gone back to where they came from. Joined the cosmic dance in their own circle again. Or, at least, that's what we hope. Most recently gone are Polly Perks and Lord John Marbury. Those of us who knew them will miss them, and those who didn't missed the opportunity of a lifetime.
It all comes back to time, doesn't it. That linear-non-linear that moves us fluidly from then to now and into the future. Prepping for the future requires parties, don't you agree? There was a bachelor party for Ray and Horatio. If you didn't go...what were you doing?
Maybe you were eating. This week has seen some really good food in the kitchen thanks to Bill Weasley, Sybil Vimes, Jane Redman, Father Callahan, Mimi Marquez, Delirium, Abby Sciuto, ___, ___, ___. Some of the tasty selections included seafood, bacon, carrot muffins, pancakes, banana muffins, potato soup, mango kolaches, fried chicken and biscuits, ___, ___, and ___.
