28 February 2008

I Bow to the Meme

The Gnosis Cafe barista has tagged me for a meme! Thank you, Anne.

Here it is, ancient but always amusing:

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

Let's see --

"A lot of my clients are startled to find that their bodies have negative responses to activities they thought they liked. Holly was one of these people. Even though she told me she had a 'great life,' her body's reaction indicated strong dislike for almost everything on her schedule."

From Finding Your Own North Star: Claiming the Life You Were Meant to Live, by Martha Beck. Excellent book. Last time I did this, I believe the volume nearest was War and Peace. Maybe not. Maybe it was one of those giant knitting tomes.

Let's see. My five tags. Carl Andy (Happy Birthday, bro!); Reya; Luna; Beth; Autumn.


Beth Owl's Daughter said...

Ha! What fun! I'll update mine right now! Thanks, Pandora!
-- Beth

Reya Mellicker said...

I'll do it!

Did I mention how much I love your Freya poem? I did? Of course I did, but I just have to say it again. Oh yeah, what did those poor guys do wrong to end up in Valhalla??

Sarah said...

Pandora! I thought you'd given up writing on your blog - I stopped checking. I'm so glad you are back at it. I LOVE reading what you ahve to say.

Green blessings,

anne hill said...

Oh, that was lovely. Thanks for rising to the bait--er, challenge. I hope that puppy is behaving himself!


CarlBrannen said...

Sister, unfortunately, it turns out that I'm incredibly meme resistant. This is one of the more useful aspects of eccentricity.

I was thinking about writing a blog post that ties in with this, and science, and the art of divination. When one wishes to know the answer to a problem, one must first vacate from one's mind, the idea that one already knows the answer. To succumb to meme's, one must care what other people think.

I had a sort of a birthday present at the dentist. After not going in for even a checkup for 30 years, my teeth are still sort of okay. I can't figure out how this could happen since I don't floss, or use tooth paste (awful taste), or brush regularly. My conclusion is that someone switched teeth on me, but I haven't been able to figure out how they did it without my noticing.