"Quanta...like spit in the dust of a baseball field" - Cody

May 06, 2004

Language of Origin #4

In the back of the car somewhere between Phoenix and Tucson with Mom,
Dad, my friend, and her friends, we spoke simultaneously. I can’t remember
the word, just the jynx. Screaming with my mouth closed for a half hour
because she wouldn’t say my middle name. My parents curious, then furious
at their freak son while sister just shrugged with a twinkle. The car stopped.
Dad walked into the desert. But those were the rules of the game.
Posted by cbsisco at May 6, 2004 10:30 PM

I need to remember not to read Cementhorizon comments at work in the morning while eating raisin bread.

At least, I need to not read THIS comment at work in the morning while eating raisin bread.

Posted by: Dianna at May 7, 2004 09:12 AM

FYI, Dianna is not crazy, at least not in the way that would make her comment about a comment that doesn't exist. Some loony posted a bit of gore/erotica that horrified me to read while at work. So in a fit of panic, I deleted the comment.

I think of Quanta Recognitions as a open space, but I want it to reflect my sensibility and I felt the deleted post overrode what I am trying to acheive. I want to feel comfortable inviting my parents and coworkers to view the site, so please let me know if I need to take down a comment like that again.

Posted by: cody at May 8, 2004 05:15 PM

...I'm not crazy?


Guess I'll have to return the monkey suit, klezmer records and 5-volume set of Things People Will Hate You For Doing In Public.

Posted by: Dianna at May 8, 2004 10:19 PM