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[drydem]

from coyotegestalt
1. Pick an unusual object in your bedroom. I'm not talking about the signed poster you got from a concert last year, or that godawful present that you didn't exchange because you knew it would hurt someone's feelings. I mean something that you kept in your room on purpose, even though it wouldn't make sense to anyone else, maybe not even to you.

2. Tell me about it. Write it as a story, or a poem, or just a simple explanation. Why is it important enough to have a place in your private space? This is NOT a critiqued writing assignment, and it's not me trying to get pry into your personal lives, so only share what you feel comfortable. I want to know all of you guys, and I think that some of the smallest things in our lives are the richest and most telling.

Comment, or give it a try. Either is good.

I have a bowling pin next to my monitor. It's old, scratched and dented. I won it. In middle school, we did a bowling extracurricular thing. I was mediocre through the entire process, rarely bowling about a 65. But that last day I totally rocked, I bowled like a 120, the best in my class. That day, there was a prize for the best score, that was this bowling pin. It's one of the only trophies I have, and I can't bring myself to get rid of it, despite its uselessness.

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[songquake.livejournal.com]

on the eye-level shelf of my bedroom bookcase, i keep a number of objects in my "altar to scare the protestants." the centerpiece of this non-altar is a really grotesque statuette of jesus. it's actually trinitarian in mary garman's description of artistic renderings of the trinity (two guys and a bird). it's got gold and a bloody-jesus-on-the-cross, and cherubim, and a young-looking rendering of what is either the father or christ the king, and all the figures are kind of either flying (if they are cherubim) or resting on clouds that look like some sort of light blue-gray coral. the father-figure is holding a bible in his left hand, and has his right one outstretched as if giving a blessing. the whole thing is about five inches high, four across.

i have it because... well, when i live in brooklyn, i sing at a nursing home for mass twice a month. on easter a few years ago, the parish gave these little boxes to the residents of the nursing home. one of them looked at me, and said, "you're such a nice girl, coming here to sing for us all this time. i want you to have mine." and she gave it to me. which is really sweet. plus, i just love how utterly grotesque, baroque, and catholic it is. yeah, this may not be where i am right now, but this is where i'm from. and i think it's good to acknowledge and affirm that.

[fallen-scholar.livejournal.com]

Wow, I think that your coolness has just gone up by sixteen kilakrebs.

[songquake.livejournal.com]

dude, i'll have to show it to you sometime. *grin*