Just another blogger spewing much verbiage
I had meant to submit Space Chick with the electric hairto Smith’s Magazine as a six word memoir. I just did. I’m not sure it stands on its own but I have long been in love with it.
I’m writing an article for publication that explains the origins of my six word memoir. It only covered life up to age eighteen and that phrase wasn’t said nicely but sarcastically.
Even at eighteen I believed that sarcasastic remarkes should be flung back perhaps in a different form. Perhaps in the same form. I was much more practiced then.
I don’t like to call this a meme as I think it has much value and is fascinating. Which isn’t to say that some other meme’s aren’t. I cribbed it from Cooper who I have been reading with increasing fascination for three years.
I read in Smiths that yesterday was Stud Turkel’s 96th birthday. Wow. If you don’t know him, he’s an oral historian. I don’t want to sound like a cliche but I have always had a passionate obsession with 20th century American history and literature and he bridges the two.
If you want to do the six word memoir do it and link back.
Oh I’m looking forward to my article being published for many reasons but especially because I hope all the people who become dismissive when they hear that I’m moving from Manhattan to South Carolina understand a bit why I’m doing it.
I know I shouldn’t have to explain myself but I shouldn’t have to hear that I’m giving up on life and will die or will suffer from early dementia or that I have chosen to spend the rest of my life playing golf and going to the beach. Though the beach part does make life so much sweeter. I hope to actually be able to sit on the beach for more than a few minutes by Memorial Day.
I’m learning to relax. It doesn’t come easily to me. In my family, relaxing was another chore on a par with “see historical monument,” “go to new trendy restaurant,” and so on.
When I was walking on the beach today I realized that sometimes one should just sit and watch the waves come in. So I formulated this new goal. Which makes me feel very guilty. But I will learn. It would help if my apartment goes iinto contract. I won’t lower the price anymore as it’s very fair. But I understand people feeling fearful at this moment in time. Though my building has had everything done that can be done. It’s like buying a new apartment in a new building that was built in the 1920’s. We don’t have a roof garden or gym etc but we’re across the street from Riverside Park which has become the park of my dreams.
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However I was thinking of life before the Internet. I would come home exhausted from the beach–I walk constantly and would read, not write blog posts because it’s unscheduled time and I can. This summer I’m going to be reading a lot

Sounds like a good summer plan to me. Let us know when the article is published.
I hope to read some too. The beach – a dream.
I do remember life before the internet because I didn’t use it much at all in high school, I never had time.
Now it is attached to my right hip, like those leeches in Tasmania.
Yeah, I’ve been trying to relearn how to actually enjoy relaxing a bit myself, let the ol’ hair down…
Heh, I bought “Local U” readers/graduating seniors about 80 bucks worth of drinks the week leading up to graduation. A year ago I would’ve been friggin terrified to do that. Writing’s a lot more fun these days, actually- even when I screw up.
I think most NYers probably understand. Life changes, we all need change and movement to stay alive, to thrive.
The Mid-Atlantic is usually pretty wonderful MEmorial Day weekends! And make sure you catch a sunrise over that beautiful water!