The moon is at the last quarter, but the Fab sees it as half tonight. As you know darlings, Fabiola's moon is always half full (not half empty). What moon do you see tonight?
Intersection of this and that ...
Darlings, the Fab has been pondering music. One song from three days ago (that song is really from 1976 not three days ago -- but it was new to the Fab three days ago, which works out to be the same now does't it?) Holding up a hand: Don't argue with the Fab darlings, the Fab is a figment, arguing with a figment of someone else's imagination, well, how can you win? But mostly the Fab has been contemplating music remembered from her highschool(ish) years. Perhaps music is too broad of a term, the Fab's years of 1975 through 1979 were dominated by power ballads and disco. What is a Fab to do? She works with what she has that is what she does. Don't worry if this isn't making any sense, nor does it appear to be headed towards a point. Of course you know that the Fab has explained that she is less than linear, try as she might to have it point North, the Fab's compass insists on spinning round and round. (That the Fab still follows that compass, despite knowing this is as much a wonderment to her as it may be to you.). A destination then if not a direction? Yes.
The destination is music once heard that grabs onto a moment and there it stays forever verses music that drifts along with you always staying close but never finding an anchor in memory. You have no idea what the Fab is talking about?
A song that the Fab liked, Bad Girls by Donna Summer is stuck somewhere in the middle of a hundred or more hearings headed west through a stop sign at the intersection of 12th avenue and 34th street in Moline on a sunny summer afternoon. Why then, why there the Fab has no idea, but toot toot, hey, beep beep and there we are.
On the other hand, a song that the Fab loves has been drifting in and out of memory since 1975 without finding a spot to light and stay. Perhaps it is a song that deserves more than a three second pause at a 4-way stop at the bottom of a hill.
Edit: the Fab has been re-reading her blog and she came across this entry from 2009. The link to the song is broken, and the Fab has no idea what song it linked to. The Fab didn't create a hook to hang that song on and now 15 years later it has blown out the door and down the street and the why of the memory is gone. Note to self: create a mental hook to hang important ideas on.
The destination is music once heard that grabs onto a moment and there it stays forever verses music that drifts along with you always staying close but never finding an anchor in memory. You have no idea what the Fab is talking about?
A song that the Fab liked, Bad Girls by Donna Summer is stuck somewhere in the middle of a hundred or more hearings headed west through a stop sign at the intersection of 12th avenue and 34th street in Moline on a sunny summer afternoon. Why then, why there the Fab has no idea, but toot toot, hey, beep beep and there we are.
On the other hand, a song that the Fab loves has been drifting in and out of memory since 1975 without finding a spot to light and stay. Perhaps it is a song that deserves more than a three second pause at a 4-way stop at the bottom of a hill.
Edit: the Fab has been re-reading her blog and she came across this entry from 2009. The link to the song is broken, and the Fab has no idea what song it linked to. The Fab didn't create a hook to hang that song on and now 15 years later it has blown out the door and down the street and the why of the memory is gone. Note to self: create a mental hook to hang important ideas on.
Remember Shrinky Dinks?
Remember Shrinky Dinks? No the Fab didn't so much either until a week or so ago. Of course, lovely, brightly colored, shrinking plastic had almost nothing to do with the actual event but as is the way with the Fab, tossing some around can only help.
That said, the Fab went with Mary to her 30th High School Reunion. Fortunately, the Fab is ageless. Mary, on the other hand ... well, it is the mileage now isn't? Gets ya every time. Still, Mary had a great time. She did. No, you ask her if you want to hear about it. Isn't the Fab's story to tell. Mary hasn't written a word since February, slacker.
Third paragraph darlings and the Fab is winding up to tell you what she came to say. Everything shrunk. While the places were all there and next to the other places remembered, and everything looked almost exactly the same, everthing was smaller and closer together. Entire city blocks, shrunk. Parking lots were cut in half. Nothing was as tall or as wide or anything as it should have been. the Fab could not figure it out. Until, the realization hit. When the Fab last looked at Moline, she had city eyes, since then she has been looking through country eyes. Out in the middle of not much of anything, everything is very far apart and the Fab now knows that a gal gets used to seeing things that way, because in her memory, the places that she used to live, expanded. A trip back however, shrunk them right back down to where they (always really were) and should be. Interesting.
Don't for a second suppose that the Fab is talking about the people she talked to. No, they were more wonderful than the Fab remembered.
That said, the Fab went with Mary to her 30th High School Reunion. Fortunately, the Fab is ageless. Mary, on the other hand ... well, it is the mileage now isn't? Gets ya every time. Still, Mary had a great time. She did. No, you ask her if you want to hear about it. Isn't the Fab's story to tell. Mary hasn't written a word since February, slacker.
Third paragraph darlings and the Fab is winding up to tell you what she came to say. Everything shrunk. While the places were all there and next to the other places remembered, and everything looked almost exactly the same, everthing was smaller and closer together. Entire city blocks, shrunk. Parking lots were cut in half. Nothing was as tall or as wide or anything as it should have been. the Fab could not figure it out. Until, the realization hit. When the Fab last looked at Moline, she had city eyes, since then she has been looking through country eyes. Out in the middle of not much of anything, everything is very far apart and the Fab now knows that a gal gets used to seeing things that way, because in her memory, the places that she used to live, expanded. A trip back however, shrunk them right back down to where they (always really were) and should be. Interesting.
Don't for a second suppose that the Fab is talking about the people she talked to. No, they were more wonderful than the Fab remembered.
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