Installments about my Friends
March 9th, 2008
I am doing a series of posts based on a question I asked my friends, “what object represents you?” I hope they will still want to be my friends after I have shared the results with you, Internet! The first one goes live March 10.
I think, though it may be a bit big headed, I’d like to say that I can be represented by a book.
Have you read Borges’ short story, The Book of Sand? It’s an amazing piece of work. Someone has made a web game based on it, but I think it is more fun if you have read the story first. This is the book of sand game.
I have one installment that uses books for the image, although it is more about laws than books: http://secretvespers.com/2007/09/03/technicalities/
Anyway, here is the book installment: http://secretvespers.com/2008/06/06/open-book/
It will become visible sometime tomorrow (on June 6, 2008 depending on where you live).
I think I would be best represented by a picture of a big pink heart. with some math equation on it !
A heart with a pendulum equation: http://secretvespers.com/2008/04/30/the-pendulum-heart/
a box of bandaids. we can only cure others by giving of ourselves.
A variation: a solitary bandaid and the wound it cannot heal: http://secretvespers.com/2008/05/28/compassion/
broken/abandoned link?
I’ve asked this question, and been told a globe or a model solar system would be represent me. I don’t know why though…
Have you ever seen those mechanical solar system models, orreries? I used one as inspiration for today’s installment: http://secretvespers.com/2008/07/05/orreries/
A bowl of homemade vegetable beef soup. It’s a warm and comforting blend of different things. A lil meaty, a lil corny. It can burn if you’re not careful, but if you take it slowly and avoid the icky lima beans, you just might like it!
A bed. Something to sprawl on when it’s too hot to bear and something whose comforters to snuggle under when it’s too cold.
Not as sexual as it sounds
I’ve asked around and the answer was always the same: I’m unzipped jacket when it’s snowing outside. Because I look like some kind of tornado… everything around me is spinning. And they’re saying I’m careless…
A quilt. Many fragments, stitched together to make a whole. Harmony out of chaos and beauty out of brokenness. Pieces that seem ugly in themselves, but put it all together and it works.
Also because I’m a warm old softy!