Monday, February 28, 2011

Lugubrious

I've been thinking about my friend, John,1 lately.
Mostly about how I can't remember the details anymore.

I can still hear her laugh and her voice and see her in my head...
...but I can't recall every little thing about her at a moment's notice.

I guess this is what happens when someone dies.

The memory of them starts to fade.

I hate that.

But I suppose it has to be this way or we'd never get over our grief.

What I do remember about John is that she loved the word lugubrious.

LUGUBRIOUS.

She loved how the word sounded dirty.
Even though the meaning is not.2
Whenever I see the word lugubrious, I think of her.

But not because she was a lugubrious person.
She was light
and witty
and kind
and funny.

Playful.

I loved her.

We all did.

She also thought The Silence of the Lambs was a very romantic movie.
She reenacted the fava beans scene
many.
many.
many times during the course of our college years.



And best of all, she was brave.

Our sophomore year,
John found out P.J. Hogan was re-making Peter Pan and she wanted to be Tinkerbell.
So she wrote a letter to the casting office.
An assistant (I forget her name) wrote John back.
We couldn't believe she actually wrote back. And it wasn't some form letter either.
It must've been one awesome letter that John wrote.

I wanted to be brave like John.

Recently, I've been seeing the word lugubrious everywhere.
Little reminders of John that pop up when I least expect it.
I suppose that's why she's been on my mind so much these days.
So.
In honor of John, let's talk about the word lugubrious.

Do you know what it means?

Lugubrious.


Not so lugubrious.


[Lugubrious as an adverb] The dark stairs that lead down to a lugubriously dank and questionable room ([Lugubrious as a noun] I don't know why there's a statue of a fawn on the side. It adds to the lugubriosity of the whole thing, doesn't it?).




[Lugubrious as an adverb and noun] If you turn your head to the right, there's a whole wall of porn pictures...which illustrates exactly what John said the word lugubrious sounds like. Hmmm, this photo is more appropriate for conveying the lugubriousness of the word lugubrious than I thought it would be. Too bad I couldn't capture the porn. Use your imagination.


[Lugubrious as an adverb] Another picture to show how lugubriously depressing this space is.


[Lugubrious as an adjective] The light at the end of a lugubrious hall.


[Lugubrious as an adverb] That is one dirty wall. And room. And bathroom. So disgusting I didn't want to walk in it. I'm a germaphobe. And slightly claustrophobic. I just stood and stared lugubriously. Then I took a picture.


[Lugubrious as an adjective] Coming out of the lugubrious and oppressive basement. That fawn still creeps me out.

Tired of the word lugubrious yet?


1John's real name is not John.return
2According to Merriam-Webster.com:return
lu·gu·bri·ous
adj
\lu̇-ˈgü-brē-əs also -ˈgyü-\
1: MOURNFUL; especially : exaggeratedly or affectedly mournful
(dark, dramatic and lugubrious brooding — V. S. Pritchett)
2: DISMAL (a lugubrious landscape)

Thursday, February 17, 2011

My Gma

My grandma once told me she's only going to live long enough to see me married.
I told her she better live a long long life.

Today is my Gma's 89th birthday.
(or so she says)
(her birth certificate says 1924)
(but she says that's wrong)
(she says she was born in the year of the dog)
(like me)
(which would make her 89)
(not like me)

Happy 89th Birthday, Grandmama.
I wish you many more to come.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Apples & Oranges

I eat oranges like apples; I bite into them.
I eat apples like oranges, in sections.

I eat grapefruits like oranges.
But I don't eat oranges like grapefruits.

A January Thought

I fall in love with everyone I meet.
January 30, 2011