There is a thing kids have in Austria called a Freundschaftsbuch, which means Friendship Book. Friends stick in a small picture of themselves and answer a list of questions about themselves – birthday, star sign, favorite color, other favorite things (music, food, sports etc) things to do, dreams, what they like about the friend whose book it is, wha tthey wish for them, and so on. Last night before going to bed I filled out an entry for myself in Gamma’s friendship book, each friend gets 2 pages.
Then I read what my wife had written. Where my dream is “to be alive”, Alpha wants to be shot into space.
What would you write in my friendship book?
I would write something like: Taurus, year of the pig, I can’t decide, Nina Hagen, Bach, playing cello… wait a minute, this entire blog is one big massive friendship book entry! But what would you write?
i think my dream is to be naked and late to a test for a class that i forgot about entirely.
star sign, favorite color, other favorite things (music, food, sports etc) things to do, dreams:
capricorn, blue, all things MTV but non-disco (the 80s are over, why revive horrors?), sushi and kimbab, what is sport?, to live until a ripe old age with my sanity intact.
Anne, that’s my dream, except it’s the school play and I’m desperately making up the lines as I go along!
No, wait, my real dream is to be Tony Kushner in Gael Garcia Bernal’s body, only tall.
Wait, wait. No, my real real dream is to win the Booker Prize. No, the Whitbread. Both, except I don’t think I’d qualify, being an American-Swede and all. Maybe the Pen Faulkner and a Pulitzer, then.
I dream I’ll be a good little girl.
No, wait, I’m already too old. Crap.
Ok, I dream that I will be a good person. (I’m already a person, so am half-way there)
I dream that the hate in some people will obey gravity, fall down through their bodies, into their feet, and will make them easily identifiable, as they stumble around on their bloated feet.
I also dream that I can have the body I had at 30 back, sometime soon.
I dream I can someday meet Mig, Alpha and the girls, and all of Mig’s cyber friends.
Hey, let’s call a summit!
I’m with Alpha with the go into space. If I ever win a giant Powerball lottery I’ll blow 20 or 30 million for a tourist in space trip. While up there I can be part of a study on the effects of weightlessness on sciatica. (I watched the first successful launch of a U.S. satellite from the roof of a hanger at Cape Canaveral.)
Hi, I’m an American living in Pakistan. I just found Lost in Transit and am so excited to find others like me. How can I join Lost in Transit?
to see the northern lights, year of the dog, green, sagittarius, coffee and danish, tangerine chicken, quilting, reading, computers, photography, a corgi puppy…
if peggy’s wish comes true, as well it should, there will be a great insurgence of people wearing clown shoes :)
i would write that when i am tired of not pissing off my rather high maintenance (way) ex-girlfriend…so my place in her eleven year old’s life is secure–when i am tired of attempting to placate my (saint of an) 80 year old mother–when i am tired of thinking ‘does that german word mean “general education” or “laughable”…when i’m thankful that it’s sunny out, but i have just had it (not that i have a right to)–
you are there.
also, i’ve always wanted to open a bar here called
Zum Mond, Alice
I’d write stuff and scribble it out and end up with something barely legible. Maybe “Somewhere quiet with nowhere else to be. A guitar that tunes itself. All the books in the world. The surf on a new beach at night.”
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By the way, Carol in Pakistan (anywhere near Rawalpindi?), you mistyped your blog address. It should have been:
http://da-momma-blog.blogspot.com/