Ohene
Rian dreampt about Joel last night. Tis odd, truly, how often he appears in Rian's dreams. Sometimes he is the epicenter, sometimes he is periphery, sometimes he weaves in and out like a snake.
Often he is straight and married. Occasionally he is gay, and blames Rian as his mother truly did - arrogant Rian! Usually, whether straight or gay, he has a child. A single child, a boy. MOST often he is happy.
Sometimes he is stalking Rian. Sometimes Rian is stalking him. Every year or so he appears in a County Fair Dream. Or a dream about the Indian Caves. Sometimes we are climbing Torrey Pines. Sometimes we are in Virginia.
Bits and pieces of childhood and the past mixing to a blur. He knew me best, I suppose. He would not know me now.
Eleven years since I have laid eyes upon him. Six since he phoned Rian, claiming he was a Wanted Man. That was the last I heard his voice.
Someone Else claims, half jokingly, that I drive creatures mad. Joel, The Boy Who Saw Aliens in London, The Man With Scissors. Ah! And Rian's father; The Man Who Talked To Lampshades.
Tis the world that drives people mad. Rian is only Fated to brush against them.
Often he is straight and married. Occasionally he is gay, and blames Rian as his mother truly did - arrogant Rian! Usually, whether straight or gay, he has a child. A single child, a boy. MOST often he is happy.
Sometimes he is stalking Rian. Sometimes Rian is stalking him. Every year or so he appears in a County Fair Dream. Or a dream about the Indian Caves. Sometimes we are climbing Torrey Pines. Sometimes we are in Virginia.
Bits and pieces of childhood and the past mixing to a blur. He knew me best, I suppose. He would not know me now.
Eleven years since I have laid eyes upon him. Six since he phoned Rian, claiming he was a Wanted Man. That was the last I heard his voice.
Someone Else claims, half jokingly, that I drive creatures mad. Joel, The Boy Who Saw Aliens in London, The Man With Scissors. Ah! And Rian's father; The Man Who Talked To Lampshades.
Tis the world that drives people mad. Rian is only Fated to brush against them.
posted by La Tulipe | 2:25 PM
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Well, that is encouraging.
Ha Ha! It does not matter.
These quizzes that I am grading do not REALLY have wrong answers. The students did not fail to understand the material. They are learning learning. In FACT they have written the secrets to understanding life itself in code!
Those letter.... Answers to the great questions of the universe .....
dcbade?
aebdcae?
Aebdcae.
AEBDBCAE!
YES!
YES!
YES!
I'm sure the system works, H. *laughs* I used to try and make little patterns...
Ata is sure that Some People are nutcase magnets. Ata is one of them. She attracts every stranger who needs something - from the overseas student who speaks no English but needs direction to the old man in who speaks in riddles and begs prayer for his dead wife to the young man who turns his head to the clouds and reminds Ata that her name is written in the Lamb's Book. Ata is happy to direct the lost, and agree to pray, but she stops short of accepting invitations to ballroom-dancing lessons...
It is sometimes very surreal. It has not happened for a little while, and Ata misses the occasional brush with randomness.
"A Magnate!" cries Rian, waving arms about. "I am a Magnate. All ye nuts, stand and deliver!
For some reason, I just thought of Rian the Bandit holding up a stagecoach full of peanuts.
I am far too tired. *grin*
If Rain induces madness, I welcome insanity.
Hand over those peanuts now.
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