Apples aren’t red. Apples are cold and crisp. I took a bite and someone sat down. This is Emmett, Sherri said. When Sherri went to the little girl’s room, Emmett asked me whether I knew he was Indian or not from his voice. I told him no. He sounded just like everyone else around here. I told him I knew he was Indian from the joke a boy made under his breath at the next table, about huffing gasoline, when Emmett came into the restaurant. He let me touch his face, so I could see his big Indian nose.
A week later, Emmett took my fingers and touched them to the area around my vagina. He put them against warm skin. “What colour is this?” he said. “Did anyone ever tell you?” His voice was so quiet. It was a pleasure to listen. “It’s bright, bright blue,” he said.
Emmett’s mother let him take the car once, to go for groceries. It had windows that you could roll down. I couldn’t get over it. When I was a little girl I used to roll and unroll the window when we went for Sunday drives. Now our car has electric windows. Everybody’s does. With a button, god knows what is happening. I like to feel the window move. I like to know. I rolled down the window and fastened my seatbelt. Then I rolled it back up again. Then I rolled it down.
The sun is bright, or the moon is bright. That is what people would tell me. This light is bright. Grapefruit insides are bright pink. I didn’t get it. I used to tell him that. It was frustrating. Like colours. I heard the click of his pocket knife. “This is bright,” Emmett said, and he cut my thumb.
Emmett had six apples in a bag, three each. We stood where I could hear the cars rushing down below. “Tell me when,” Emmett said. A car was coming. It rumbled, then wooshed. Another car: Rumble. One, two, Woosh. Another rumble, then, “Now,” I said. And we dropped six apples. Glass cracking and brakes squealing. I unfolded my cane, and later showed a man my blind card. We were the innocent blind girl and her doting boyfriend. “Are you sure you didn’t see anything?” the angry man asked. I felt Emmett’s protective arm around my shoulder. “Sir, I think that was in poor taste,” he said.
“Can you hear people’s hearts beating?” Emmett asked me. “Can you tell if they’re lying? If you lose one sense, your other senses compensate. You get super hearing.” I told him, “No, but people can change colour for me. When my mother broke her finger, she was pink, crashing around the house. Then she was suddenly green.” He pulls me closer in the front seat of his own mother’s car. “What color am I right now?” he whispers. He’s pulling at my belt. He’s violet. He’s rose. He’s orchid white.
The car roared up the hill and I felt heavy. Then all of a sudden I was floating. My stomach was somewhere below me. Then it was over. “That was blue,” Emmett said beside me. “That was what color the sky is.”
Emmett died in a car accident, someone told me outside the school. It was another one of his jokes. Oh no, Emmett is dead. I better throw my arms up and cry. He’s standing across the street, waving because he knows I can’t see.
They let me touch him before the funeral, so that I could say goodbye. It wasn’t him. They got the big nose right, but it was the wrong colour. Emmett’s mother said, “It didn’t feel real until I saw him.” I sat up straighter, expecting Emmett’s voice, “I felt that comment was in poor taste.” But all there was was the air conditioner and her wet breathing and red.
Tue, Apr. 3rd, 2007, 10:15 pm
There was nothing I wanted to do more today than lie on the grass, let the water beat down on me, and make believe I was melting into the earth.
Tomorrow's storm will wash my hollow self clean.
Thu, Nov. 3rd, 2005, 08:45 pm
I'm sorry but this is by far the coolest quiz I've ever taken. And I totally took that picture of him.
Everyone listen to the Oxford Farm Report on MySpace.
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10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is "Wrong" snagged from brokendiamond
1) Being gay is not natural. Real
Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air
2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the
same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behaviour.
People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and
can sign a marriage contract.
4) Straight marriage has been around a long
time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't
marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5) Straight marriage will be
less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears'
55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
6) Straight marriages
are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old
people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and
the world needs more children.
7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay
children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of
one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one
religion in America.
9) Children can never succeed without a male and a
female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single
parents to raise children.
10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of
society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted
to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans
Please post this in your journal if you are for gay marriage.
"I would dictate that... gonads should be a privilege, not a right. While I would not deny anyone the right to engage in consentual sexual congress, to allow children to be born into poverty and abuse is irresponsible and detrimental to society as a whole. At birth, all male children will receive a vasectomy, as this procedure is less invasive than the corollary operation in females, and furthermore, is generally reversable. Parental Rights (and temporary reversal of the vasectomy or access to donated sperm) will be granted only after the propective parents have passed a gamut of tests verifying economical, psychological, and emotional stability, at which point, they will receive a certificate of approval. Any resultant births will be stringently monitored by government child welfare facilities. Any children born without prior procurement of this certificate will be confiscated by child welfare facilities, and awarded to certified caregivers. "
—DCM from Columbus, OH
"I would dictate that everyone MUST observe Talk Like A Pirate Day and other such wonderfful celebrations."
—HMG from Surrey, England
Links found at LJ's cyberpunk community.
National Guard busts rave in Utah. They come in dressed in camoflauge with automatic weapons, nightsticks, helicopters, tasers, and dogs, which they let loose on the crowd. The crowd tries to leave peacefully, even though there is no reason to shut down a perfectly legal, insured, well-planned event on private property. The National Guard makes the owner of the valley leave her own property and starts shoving guns in people's faces and arresting them, setting attack dogs on them, and brutally beating people for no reason. When appauled partygoers refuse to give them their cameras, cameraphones, and other recording devices, they are knocked to the ground and beaten, their property is confiscated, and they are arrested. The soldiers throw canisters of tear gas into the departing crowd and continue to beat people who try to protest. Articles below. Videos are being passed around the net, not that hard to find if you're looking.http://utrave.org/showthread.php?t=20020http://www.404audio.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=14814http://www.sltrib.com/ci_2961967?rsshttp://www.sltrib.com/utah/ci_2964938http://sltrib.com/utah/ci_2964938