Saturday, September 10, 2005

Aged a Day

Story #9, in which Doug learns what the years can't take away.


To hear the story, click the image of Atlanta at dawn.






To read the story, click on downtown at dusk.

9 comments:

weirsdo said...

How appropriate that you posted about your birthday on mine.
You made me feel guilty about the audioblogging. I followed your instructions about mov to wav and it worked, but I haven't got around to doing more with Internet Archive yet. I will try to today, since I'm not practicing on my birthday.
weirsdo

Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

Time - That which tedious tasks make neverending, and pure joy makes go way too fast.

Doug said...

Pansi, Happy Birthday! No guilt, you gave a wonderful, touching story already!

Alice, thanks for the quick comment.

weirsdo said...

Mr. Dog!!!!! Thats so sweet!!!!!!! But my b-day is tomorrow!!!!!!!!! To day is Mrs. Weirsdos.
I'm gonna answer you're question on Aks PANSI tomorow!!!!!

Doug said...

I wasn't sure. Well, Happy Birthday to Weirsdo today and you tomorrow.

weirsdo said...

Pansi's birthday is 9/11, of course. As recent events have demonstrated, the forces she represents may prove even more dangerous to our country than terrorism.
weirsdo

Doug said...

Weirsdo, I hope we're coming to the end of those forces.

Minka said...

A story of my own:

Sorry I don´t ahve a microfon, but I felt that soembody should start telling stories besides you, so here it goes:

East Germany 1982, 17th July

I was, at that time, one of three siblings. Four would add themselves later on.
We had just moved into a new flat, ´cause mom had left her 2ond husband and wanted to get as far away as possible.

It was my birthday and my mom had promissed that we would go to the bakery and I could pick a piece of cake...anything I´d like. The night before was spent with anticipation and images of all cake shapes, varieties and colours.

On my birthday morning, we did indeed go. Just me and mom. I could taste the sugar disolving on my lips. Money was very tight in my family, my mom being on her own and everything. Even back then I knew the honour that she was bestowing on me.

When we got into the bakery, it was filled with people. We had to wait for a very long time in line. Fianlly it was my mom´s turn and she asked me what I wanted. The problem, however, was that I couldn´t see because a rather big woman was infront of me and not making any space, so I said to my mom: “I can´t see, the fat lady is infront of me!” which was followed by a slap into my face and a pain I could not have imagined. We left without the cake...
Years later my mom would repeat this incident to whoever wnated o listen, with a slight change in emphasis.

Word for today:

inappropriate: as with truth it has three sides. My side, your side and what really happened!

Doug said...

Thank you, Monika! I laughed out loud at your story. I hope you don't mind that I'm going to move it to it's own post.