Out of the Office
Won't be posting much this week. We're in Virginia looking for a town we might like to call home. I've never spent much time in the South, but I know the Blue Ridge Mountains and the Shanandoah Valley are supposed to be fab. And Charlottesville has a good rep as a medium sized town with sparkle.
posted by Christopher Newton at 4:08 AM
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Bye. Have fun. Send a postcard if you can.
Enjoy your trip and hope you find a place you like. Virginia is beautiful! ~ Carol
I wonder if your office looks anything like Freddy's pig pen? I'll stop by for a moo and see
I do hope so. Freddy was the greatest of the talking pigs and has always been my hero. Thanks for dropping by, Mrs. Wiggins, uh, Higgins.
Great Cockadoodles, when is the pig going to return? This is getting ridiculous!
Dear Friends - I am not the great and noble adventurer Freddy but only the small and meek Talking Pig of San Francisco. However, I could drop by Centerboro on the way back to my pigsty, if you think it would help. Can't let those rats get the upper hand!
Do not underestimate your inestimable worth. You are the Pig of history; a beat pig; a cerebral fellow traveler; potentially the one by which all others are measured.
I have heard it said, "He who has not met Freddy the Pig has not led a complete life." (Harley Hahn)
I would counter that with the following, "Jeeze. It just dawned on me. The light went on. I know that pig and those pig pictures from childhood. The synapses suddenly re-connected." (Leo)
"Breathes there a pig with soul so dead
Who never to himself has said:
"This is my own, my native pen?"
Whose heart has ne'er within him burned
As home his trotters he has turned
From wandering in the world of men?" (From:Freddy and the Bean Home News)
Thank you, Leo my friend, for that affirmation. You are a gentleman of distinction. Freddy forever! That poem gave me chills.
By the way, as you may have noticed, I just can't resist literary allusion - in this case it's from the film version of the Wizard of Oz. The Wizard introduces himself to the four friends with "I am Oz the great and powerful!", And Dorothy of course replies, "I am Dorothy, the small and meek."
But how do you suppose Charles the Rooster got my address?
It would seem that literary allusion most definitely pervades your thinking. From "Freddy Goes to Florida" to "Visions of Cody" to the Gospel accounts, I don't think you miss a beat.
I am of the belief that culture, society, art, even religion, revolve around literary reference.
Before the modern wonder of "copyright" everything rested on the basis of another source. Only now, in a modern world, do we try and ignore the sources of our thoughts and beliefs and, for that matter, laughs. Why? I don't really know.
There's nothing new except what has been forgotten.
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