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The book The Magician's Nephew tells the story of how Aslan created the world of Narnia and how all these random
British children first started going back and forth between there and what seem to be otherwise dull lives. I really love
these books and there is just so much imagery in them that I see new things every time I read them. And I don't think it takes
anything away from that to say that I also wonder why the kids always have to be British, and if Lewis tried to get those
books published today, they would have to have a black kid and an Asian kid, a native American and a kid in a wheelchair.
Anyway, in this particular book, because the world is new, when someone throws a big piece of metal that was broken off
a lamp-post back in England, it grows into a lamp-post. And then later, the two kids plant a piece of toffee and it grows
into a Toffee Tree overnight.
When I was a kid I thought this was the coolest thing ever, and I used to imagine what kind of trees I would grow if
I could do that.
The first thing I would do is grow a marshmallow tree, I think because of the toffee tree, it just seems like the next
logical thing. And then I would cross-pollinate the marshmallow trees with the toffee trees just to see what would happen.
That would be kind of cool and it would probably freak out all the bees in Narnia. The book never says what the fruit of the
toffee tree was like, and I wonder if it was more like natural fruit that was good for you or was it all sugary and bad for
you? All it said was that it had papery leaves (I guess from the paper that the toffee was wrapped in) and covered with little
brown fruits that looked like dates. And that's kind of cool to think about but it doesn't explain why the lamp-post bar grew
into an actual lamp-post and not a tree with lamps on it.
And that makes me wonder if you could grow a car or maybe even a whole building if you planted, say, a brick? That would
be weird.
The next thing I'm thinking I would plant paper clips. Because in the book, the kids just planted what they happened
to have on them, and usually I have random office supplies in my pockets. A pen tree doesn't sound cool, but for some reason
a paper clip tree does.
Since I'm talking about it, it makes me wonder how I could even get to Narnia, since I'm not a little kid and I'm not
British, and if I could only plant what I happened to have on me. I might grow a spare change tree, which would be awesome
but it probably wouldn't grow into money that you could spend; it would be fruit that tasted like money, which would be stupid.
And anyway I'd be in Narnia and the money wouldn't be any good.
I could plant my cell phone but it wouldn't grow into a very cool tree, cell phones wouldn't work in Narnia, and when
I got back to my own world I wouldn't have a cell phone. I wouldn't want to plant my shoe, because then I would have to walk
around Narnia with no shoes, but it would be kind of cool to plant my socks.
If I could plan my trip to Narnia and bring a backpack, that would be ideal, because I could bring graham crackers and
different kinds of cereal.
For some reason now I'm starting to think that if I could ever really get to Narnia, Aslan would spend a lot of time
giving me this look like "What in the hell is the matter with you?" I got a lot of those looks growing up. I don't know why.
The Lyrics To Sitting Still
I could never understand what Michael Stipe was saying when he was singing this song Sitting Still. When I do
a search for REM lyrics, every site I go to gives different lyrics and none of them make any sense or mean anything, but on
Google the first site that comes up is this one, which lists these lyrics:
This name I got we all were green See could stop stop it will red We could bind it in
the cist We could gather, throw a fit Up to par, Katie buys a kitchen-size, but not me in Sit and try for the big
key, a waste o' time, sitting still
I'm the sun and you can read I'm the sign and you're not deaf We could bind
it in the scythe We could gather, throw a fit
(chorus) Up to par, Katie buys a kitchen-size, but not me in Sit
and try for the big key, a waste o' time, sitting still I, I, I can hear you, I, I, I can hear you, I, I, I can hear you
This
name I got we all were green See could stop stop it will red We could bind it in the cist We could gather, throw
a fit
(repeat chorus)
You can gather when I talk, talk until you're blue You could get away from me, get
away from me
I'm up to par, Katie buys a kitchen-size, but not me in, Sit and try for the big key, a waste o' time,
sitting still I, I, I can hear you, I, I, I can hear you, I, I, I can hear you I, I, I can hear you, I, I, I can hear
you, I, I, I can hear you Can you hear me?
I always thought that he was saying "Sit and try for the big kill" but what do I know? Here's another site's version:
This name I got we all agreed. See could stop stop it will rid We could bind it
in the cist. We could gather, throw a fit.
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann Setting trap
for love, making a waste a time, sitting still.
I'm the sign and you can read. I'm the sign and you're not deaf. We
could bind it in the cist. We could gather, throw a fit.
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann Setting
trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still. I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear you. This name I got
we all agree. See could stop stop it will rid. We could bind it in the cist. We could gather, throw a fit.
Up
to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still. I can
hear you. I can hear you. I can hear you. You can gather when I talk, talk until you're blue. You could get away from
me. Get away from me.
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann Setting trap for love, making a waste
a time, sitting still.
I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear
you. Can you hear me?
Maybe you have to drink a lot of cough syrup before you really get these lyrics.
Christmas Morning
This new nickel freaks me out. I don't like money looking at me, and it seems like the eyes follow me around the room.
And is that supposed to be Thomas Jefferson? Because it kind of looks like Ted Danson, and if they're putting old sitcom
stars on money now, our culture is officially dead.
I can eat two eggs cooked sunny side up with a piece of toast. I mean, I can eat it with the toast, i.e., I
use the toast to eat the eggs. It's amazing, I didn't even realize I was doing it til this morning, partly because I
don't eat eggs like that anymore when I have my egg white omelettes, but mostly because it's been so long since I've
eaten breakfast with anyone. This is like a really dumb superpower that I didn't even know I had.
Anyway, it's Christmas morning and
(Update December 26, 2006)
I didn't get to finish this Christmas morning, obviously. You'll always be wondering what I had to say.
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