August 17th, 2006
|10:40 am - Oracular goodness|
Today's Buffett Oracle hits it right on the head.
144. Look in the mirror, and what do I see? The gypsy and fool that I always will be.Now, I just need to find a mirror so that I can remind myself what that fool looks like.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "Everybody's On the Run", -JB
Coincindentally, the quizzes I took this morning told me I was BOTH a gypsy and a fool. No pictures, though... I'm as mystified as you. All I can see is a colourful flannel shirt and hands that look golden-orange under the neon lights... doesn't bode well for the face. ;P
Anyway, while I am tangenting, for some reason this reminds me of something odd and gypsy-related. Namely, that while I was growing up my parents and B's parents always used to warn us about leaving doors unlocked because of the gypsies. I was told that these people (whom I vividly imagined in colourful skirts, sashes, and gold jewelry) roved around and freely left and entered houses, taking what they pleased -- maybe even children. It never occurred to me that the notion of their being bonafide gypsies in suburbia was utterly ridiculous.
I'm not sure I remember the point at which we went from being scared by gypsy tales to being constantly compared to them, but I'm sure if I'd ever stopped to think about it would have been highly amusing. It also would have been amusing to note that when I began dressing in dressing in golden hoop earrings and richly-coloured "gypsy" skirts as a teenager I was probably unconsciously mimicking my favourite female idols -- gypsies, those beautiful, free-spirited , sensual, and mystifying women. :)
I've always gotten the sense that my mom has curiously strong opinions about gypsies, but where and why she acquired these (and what the are) I have yet to understand. :P
|Date:||August 17th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)|| |
From Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roma_people
"According to legend in some European nations, particularly in the Black Forest region, at the time of the Crucifixion, no blacksmith would make the nails for the cross. One blacksmith agreed to do so, however, and the spirit of these nails came back to haunt him and his family some years later, forcing them to constantly wander and become the Roma (gypsies)."
There ya have it, the gypsies helped to kill Jesus...
/can honsestly say that I was never taught to fear the gypsies
//locked our doors for other, non-gypsy-related reasons
Of course your parents didn't tell you that. Nobody's parents do that! I have no idea how this odd phenomenon arose in West Chester. Maybe it's welcoming suburban charm hides dark, dark secrets... like the fact that Jesus was actually crucified there.
The Irish "version" of the gypsies... "Tinkers" or "Travellers" are well hated by one of the cousin's I visit in Ireland.
One time, he greased a gate so that they'd fall/get all dirty if they tried to get in (again, sadly). I had to make sure I touched a very specific part of the gate so as not to fall prey to the trap.
103. I can't spend all day, Baby, layin' in bed.
Apropros, as I got up 10 mins ago.
*giggles* I can't wait to see you at Summerland. :)
Here, I'll look at mine just for you:
37. Holy Sweet Jesus, he's got no clue.
Lol. I dedicate that to my boss.
Well, I have the car for sure. I'll be down on Weds night in Columbus to tie up loose ends, and down Summerland the next day :-D
I expect big hugs, young lady!!