A stickler for accuracy, MB pointed out to me before she and Grace left for Grace's first Girl Scout over-night at Sebago Lake, that the last time I turned green was when we got married. I was going to go with the return-leg from Pearl to Long Beach on the USS McKean. Getting really sick on an obsolete warship in the Molokai Channel, albeit the only one credited with the war-time sinking of a Soviet submarine, seemed a better choice than over dinner with my partner.
One reason to turn green is corpse sickness. Growing up an Angeleno urban, bits of Diné and Lakota are part of Indian existance, the rasins in Angeleno spanglish. However, all I really "know" about Diné religion I learned from Tony Hillerman. The networks have been sprinkling corpse powder into the air now for a week, recreating the wretch who became Governor in 1966. The antenna farms and satellite links and cable plants are dispersing plumes from some discrete point sources in New York, Atlanta, and Los Angeles, to the rabbit ears and subscriber drops of metro North America. Only Canada, Mexico, and the digitally divided rural hinterland and Indian Country are un-dosed with media methalmercury.
Jarvis-Gann came on the heels of the actor's tenure in Sacramento. Jarvis-Gann is on the November ballot in Maine, having previously done in Colorado under the almost-SiFi title of TABOR.
There is a show on WMPG we listen to Sunday evenings, its "Stuck in the '80s". I mention it because under the previous crop of bad actors, Auntie Music did well. Bad government made for good music. The only thing comparable under the current actor is (hold on to your laptops) the mushroom circles of blogs. Tonight we can listen to a campus station play music by people, for people, who thought that the then-current goverment couldn't be eulogized, outside of the Stepford Suburbs.
Anyway, I filed a change of party affiliation down at city hall this week. All politics is local.
I'm a Hillerman fan and a reader in mythology/lore and the lost bits of folk wisdom. Most people forget that the injunction against speaking ill of the dead is the belief in the spirit world, that the spirits of the dead hang around and if you annoy them they will attack you.
On the other hand, if they hang around, what would the spirit think of all of the absurd claims made about them after they have gone.
My maternal grandmother didn't want flowers at her funeral, she wanted them while she could still appreciate them. If you have something good to say about someone, say it when they can hear it.
Posted by: Bryan at June 15, 2004 01:44 AM