This a f t e r n o o n it rained.
I was wearing w h i t e.
I was wearing w h i t e.
My sunroof was cracked.
3 1 1 in S G M
is a long way
from Menlo.
I walked.
T h e
rain
fell.
3 1 1 in S G M
is a long way
from Menlo.
I walked.
T h e
rain
fell.
This has been an interpretive poem by Meredith Cooper.
In a movie or play, stormy weather heightens the emotions of the audience. Being chased by a killer through the woods is scary...but it's more scary when the poor D-cup blonde must fight her way through muddy brambles (see also the "wet clothes" effect invoked) and avoid being struck by lightning. In Shakespeare's King Lear, Act Three takes place in a dramatic thunderstorm where Lear, locked outside, runs around like a crazy person. The literary term for this is "pathetic fallacy." The term I use for this in my own life is, "yeah, that figures." Is it ironic that both today (Monday) and last Monday, I was in a crappy mood AND it was raining?? I think not. To use another rain analogy, in my life, it never rains--it pours. When I have a bad day, it's raining, I destroy the interior of my car, I break a nail, my toilet gets stopped up, my internet won't work, and someone steals all six of my Bibles--including the two on my computer!
I blame the parents.
Of course I didn't think about the weather when I got dressed this morning. All that mattered was wearing something that would be cute and also work for my costume in the scene I was performing for a friend's directing class. My pants were perfect for the scene. They were not perfect, however, for the rain later in the day. I don't think about these things because until college, I woke up every morning to my mom telling me to "wear a coat" or "bring an umbrella."
I don't know how to function in society as a single adult. If I don't get married (or hire one of those in-home nurses), I might die of a freak teeth-whitening accident then have my face eaten by my sixty cats before the police discover my body!!
I don't really think I was meant for the working-woman society. I mean...I sew...and arrange flowers...who does that?? Like Blanche Dubois, I was raised for a society that is slowly dying out. Perhaps I really belong somewhere in the 1950s. Then, my biggest concerns about today's rain would be how to alter dinner plans so I don't have to make a trip to the store. That might take ten minutes of thought before I would go back to knitting booties for the baby on the way and listening to the record player. Of course I wouldn't let it stress me out--wouldn't want to miscarry or anything...
Fast forward to 2006 and now I have to change for my spinning class and brainstorm for the two short essay questions that I need to email to my TA by midnight. No boys, no babies, and no booties.
In a movie or play, stormy weather heightens the emotions of the audience. Being chased by a killer through the woods is scary...but it's more scary when the poor D-cup blonde must fight her way through muddy brambles (see also the "wet clothes" effect invoked) and avoid being struck by lightning. In Shakespeare's King Lear, Act Three takes place in a dramatic thunderstorm where Lear, locked outside, runs around like a crazy person. The literary term for this is "pathetic fallacy." The term I use for this in my own life is, "yeah, that figures." Is it ironic that both today (Monday) and last Monday, I was in a crappy mood AND it was raining?? I think not. To use another rain analogy, in my life, it never rains--it pours. When I have a bad day, it's raining, I destroy the interior of my car, I break a nail, my toilet gets stopped up, my internet won't work, and someone steals all six of my Bibles--including the two on my computer!
I blame the parents.
Of course I didn't think about the weather when I got dressed this morning. All that mattered was wearing something that would be cute and also work for my costume in the scene I was performing for a friend's directing class. My pants were perfect for the scene. They were not perfect, however, for the rain later in the day. I don't think about these things because until college, I woke up every morning to my mom telling me to "wear a coat" or "bring an umbrella."
I don't know how to function in society as a single adult. If I don't get married (or hire one of those in-home nurses), I might die of a freak teeth-whitening accident then have my face eaten by my sixty cats before the police discover my body!!
I don't really think I was meant for the working-woman society. I mean...I sew...and arrange flowers...who does that?? Like Blanche Dubois, I was raised for a society that is slowly dying out. Perhaps I really belong somewhere in the 1950s. Then, my biggest concerns about today's rain would be how to alter dinner plans so I don't have to make a trip to the store. That might take ten minutes of thought before I would go back to knitting booties for the baby on the way and listening to the record player. Of course I wouldn't let it stress me out--wouldn't want to miscarry or anything...
Fast forward to 2006 and now I have to change for my spinning class and brainstorm for the two short essay questions that I need to email to my TA by midnight. No boys, no babies, and no booties.
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