girl number twenty: Opening the Windows

Wednesday 21 March 2007

Opening the Windows

Lately the photos here have been very introspective; close-up glimpses of home life and small moments. Today a breath of fresh air, standing on the damp porch in my slippers, just looking around in the grey...

Thinking we really are all connected...

Recently I read a movie review in which the reviewer was just so tired of all the post-modern "everyone's lives connect with everyone else's and oh look how deciding to turn left instead of right can profoundly influence a stranger's life..." (paraphrased)

I'm not ready to be that cynical, and only gave her a voice here purely for demonstration, as something to ring my voice out against.

I do believe it, always have. It's one of the phenomenon of life that I find intensely interesting. The dance and how the molecules of air compress, squish, and swirl around between us. Not knowing how our words will reverberate in someone else's day...

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Heather said...: Hello again! (email is nutellaqueen@hotmail.com) When I get my computer at home working again I'll add you into my sidebar and send you instructions on how to add bloggy buttons onto your blog.

This was a great post by the way, really makes me think.; 22 March 2007 at 08:22

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This is my hopefully simpler, make-do, make-more, dirt-under-the-nails life. We've relocated from our little house in the middle of big Toronto to a slightly larger house in the smaller (but equally excellent) city of Hamilton, with many adventures on the way. Feel free to poke around, start a conversation, borrow ideas, and share ideas.

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*and hence, the name

'Now, I'll try you again. Suppose you were going to carpet a room. Would you use a carpet having a representation of flowers upon it?'

There being a general conviction by this time that 'No, sir!' was always the right answer to this gentleman, the chorus of No was very strong. Only a few feeble stragglers said Yes; among them Sissy Jupe.

'Girl number twenty,' said the gentleman, smiling in the calm strength of knowledge.

Sissy blushed, and stood up.

'So you would carpet your room -- or your husband's room, if you were a grown woman, and had a husband -- with representations of flowers, would you,' said the gentleman. 'Why would you?'

'If you please, sir, I am very fond of flowers,' returned the girl.

'And is that why you would put tables and chairs upon them, and have people walking over them with heavy boots?'

'It wouldn't hurt them, sir. They wouldn't crush and wither if you please, sir. They would be the pictures of what was very pretty and pleasant, and I would fancy --'

'Ay, ay, ay! But you mustn't fancy,' cried the gentleman, quite elated by coming so happily to his point. 'That's it! You are never to fancy.'

'You are not, Cecilia Jupe,' Thomas Gradgrind solemnly repeated, 'to do anything of that kind.'

- from "Hard Times" (chapter two) by Charles Dickens