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There is no “Me” in Memoir. Oh, wait . . . dammit!

27 Feb

There’s actually two of them. One is in French . . . talk about redundant.

So the thing is, I exhumed and re-animated this blog as the final project for my Women, Writing and Memoir class (or . . . I just started a literate version of the Zombie Apocalypse).

I’m actually earning credit writing this thing! (I KNOW, RIGHT!!)

But it has come to my attention, which is a hard thing to do sometimes, that there isn’t a whole lot of “Me” in my memoir-slash-bloggie-thing. Correction: There’s plenty OF me, but not a whole lot ABOUT me.

~holds hand to forehead, peers into the balcony section and utters a dramatic sigh~

Not getting out of it that easily, huh? (argh)

TARDIS2Well then, I suppose I’ll have to start feeding quarters to the old way-back machine and get it to dredge the channel for Bits of Miki. I hope they haven’t decomposed too much; otherwise I’m liable to get all sappy and serious, which makes me break out in hives.

But first, this message on the medium of “memoir”:

There’s Biography, right? And then there’s Memoir. ~looks closely~ okay, not quite conveying it.

The two are both wonderfully entertaining methods of telling a life’s story, but they are very different critters: Like Dogs and Octopusseses. Dogs will research, finding reliable dates to tell a story as History. Whereas Octopi (wait, an Octopi* is 8 x π, right?) will tell you a story from personal perspective–where the same event will happen slightly differently for each Octopus present based on their emotional focus at that moment. Octopi are all about emotion, where Dogs deal in events. Octopi can write poetically, where Dogs must keep it real. Octopi can be squidgy with the facts, as long as the meaning is authentic. Dogs just walked off in a fit of jealousy and disgust.

I don’t know why animals keep taking over my blog. ~sigh~

Anyway . . . what the octopi was trying to say was: the stories you are about to hear are true; the names, heights, genders, diets, occupations and shoe sizes may have changed to protect the innocent.

Stay tuned and buckle those seat belts . . . because it’s the law. ~giggle~

[ *My mathematician says that Octopi is = 25.13274122871835(…). My biologist seems to think that me and my mathematician are both three steps away from the loony bin. I’m more inclined to side with the math here. I think my biologist is still upset I set her poor cramped pet octopus free to live in nature . . . . how was I to know they can’t survive in the forest. I don’t want to talk about it. ]

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Posted by on February 27, 2015 in Bloggie Bits, Miki Bits

 

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One response to “There is no “Me” in Memoir. Oh, wait . . . dammit!

  1. janine

    February 28, 2015 at 12:50 am

    I think it’s wonderful how you can have a whole blog post on biomemoirygraphicals and not actually get around to doing any of the mentionyselfyhistory bits ! nice dodge !.

    On the subject of Octopi: I think 8 pies is definitely a few too many for any single sitting. Even small pies made mostly with healthy fillings like chocolate and bananas should really not be consumed in octupal amounts without first consulting a doctor. I don’t actually know why a timelord would be needed, but that’s apparently recommended. Perhaps it’s so you go back and uneat the pies after you feel sick? ok, bad imagery, change subject, kitty cats, they’re nice and fluffy right?

    Anyway, I’m really looking forward, or is that backward?, to the “history of miki” in shoe size changed form, I’ll bet it’s chock full of exiting adventures and the awesome sillyness that makes you the best miki ever.
    Huggs
    J

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