The year you turn 50 is the year "cremains" becomes a regular part of your vocabulary
These are the 3 songs I want played when mine are scattered, if you're taking notes.
Of course, since neither I nor any of my siblings had kids, they'll probably sit unclaimed at the back of some crematorium's closet for several years before getting tossed in a dumpster. The ciiiiiiircle of liiiiiiife
In order:
1. In The Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel
2. Train Song by Vashti Bunyan
3. Don't Carry It All by The Decemberists
Interesting that none of the songs from my 1980s/1990s youth really occur to me. I guess none of Depeche Mode's many songs about sadomasochism feel appropriate for a funeral.
Like many Civil War histories, The Demon of Unrest uses Mary Chestnut's diary as a source. I can see why it's invaluable to historians, and I think people should read it, but her hypocritical white lady tears about how "monstrous" slavery was annoyed me in the Ken Burns documentary lo these many years ago, and still do.
Anyway, this morning over my 2nd cup of coffee I got to the part where she visits friends at a Combahee River plantation and frets at how "exposed and vulnerable" they are, which gave me a satisfactory cackle. They sure were! Harriet Tubman and her army of bad bitches will be paying y'all a visit real soon!! (They freed about 800 slaves and burned several of those "lovely" plantations in one night during 1863's Combahee Ferry Raid.)
I'm back on my miniature watercolor paintings:
I want to make some paintings based on the aurora that people saw as far south as New Orleans last weekend. We missed it, of course, being in Texas. I don't think we would have seen anything in Abbeville, but Lori and Jeremy might have in New Orleans. Gah.
Of course, since neither I nor any of my siblings had kids, they'll probably sit unclaimed at the back of some crematorium's closet for several years before getting tossed in a dumpster. The ciiiiiiircle of liiiiiiife
In order:
1. In The Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel
2. Train Song by Vashti Bunyan
3. Don't Carry It All by The Decemberists
Interesting that none of the songs from my 1980s/1990s youth really occur to me. I guess none of Depeche Mode's many songs about sadomasochism feel appropriate for a funeral.
Like many Civil War histories, The Demon of Unrest uses Mary Chestnut's diary as a source. I can see why it's invaluable to historians, and I think people should read it, but her hypocritical white lady tears about how "monstrous" slavery was annoyed me in the Ken Burns documentary lo these many years ago, and still do.
Anyway, this morning over my 2nd cup of coffee I got to the part where she visits friends at a Combahee River plantation and frets at how "exposed and vulnerable" they are, which gave me a satisfactory cackle. They sure were! Harriet Tubman and her army of bad bitches will be paying y'all a visit real soon!! (They freed about 800 slaves and burned several of those "lovely" plantations in one night during 1863's Combahee Ferry Raid.)
I'm back on my miniature watercolor paintings:
I want to make some paintings based on the aurora that people saw as far south as New Orleans last weekend. We missed it, of course, being in Texas. I don't think we would have seen anything in Abbeville, but Lori and Jeremy might have in New Orleans. Gah.