Friday, December 11, 2009
MEMAGRAM FOR CINNAMON
So, here comes Cinnamon with an old meme for old me, so I'll reply with answers that haven't changed in the two years since I last got tagged with it.
1) I have not seen a doctor, nor needed to, since my hypochondriac, registered nurse wife went home to her mother thirty-seven years ago. Proper diet and homeopathy have succeeded where junk food and the AMA failed with regularity.
2) I have not owned or driven a car for thirty-three years, with two exceptions in emergency situations.
3) I have been celibate for the past twenty-two years in an ongoing experiment to learn if sex would arise without my initiation of the act, leaving me with the unavoidable impression that I am not sexually attractive or that I am attracted to women dedicated to the same experiment. Playing hard to get and succeeding too well.
4) I have lived nineteen months naked in a tipi in the wild, albeit owned lands.
5) I witnessed the night long labor of a friend’s natural childbirth resulting in a new life opening its eyes for the first time to see sun peek simultaneously over the horizon, followed momentarily by the shadow of a curious cow come to look in the window.
6) I have seen two different UFOs close enough to see silhouettes of beings inside moving across lighted panels and fell asleep watching a third dashing to and fro across distant mountains.
7) I survived being caught sailing from Pascagoula across the gulf to Tampa by a minor hurricane which, in the middle of pitch black chaos, caused me to leap to the conclusion that there might possibly be a god. When the thirty foot seas remained after the winds died to batter my boat like a pebble in a maraca, I let their namesake, Aeolus, have all the screaming insanity that emergency prolonged over two days can build with both blaspheming barrels.
There is an amazing corollary to the first three in the list above: with out a car, doctor or persuasive pursuit of wimmin I have lived quite luxuriously below the United States’ poverty level for twenty of the last thirty years. I have satisfied myself with the truth in the phrase, “The measure of a man’s true wealth is the things he can live without.” and the reality in the quote, “I can cover the earth in leather or wear my own shoes.”
I feel no obligation to pass this tag on, its having arrived here by accidental shenanigans and playful intrigue by an idle English idyller.