Broken glass, broke and hungry
Broken hearts and broken bones
This is where we used to live
— Bare Naked Ladies, “The Old Apartment”
I think this will be the last thing I share from my old weblog for awhile. I didn’t keep it very long, and there’s not much there, but there are one or two things I still find interesting or amusing on it. This in particular:
I was digging through some of my papers this evening (I’m a packrat, and not a terrifically well-organized one at that), when I came across a quiz I’ve been holding onto for some reason. It’s just a piece of crinkly looseleaf paper, six short answers, but it’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen. Its original owner, Letrell Crittenden — no names have been changed to protect the innocent; to paraphrase Kurt Vonnegut, god protects the innocent as a matter of heavenly routine — received a perfect score, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out what sort of class it’s from. You be the judge:
- Bar Mitzfah
- Racquetball
- Whizzer
- Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
- 1981
- In a river behind and above the stage
Two years later and I still don’t understand it.