A Meme from Everywhere

[liralen]

I think I have too many writer-friends. *grin* Though I guess there's no good answer to how many is "too many"? But since this has appeared on at least a dozen friends' lists... here it is:

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

Extra points for creativity.

Comments

This is cheating... but who cares? :-)

[johnpalmer.livejournal.com]

http://makeashorterlink.com/?L23963428

Re: This is cheating... but who cares? :-)

[liralen.livejournal.com]

*just falls over giggling*

Wow. Amazing what can be recorded for all posterity...

[kathrynt.livejournal.com]

Do you remember the time that you and I strapped on backpacks and flew down to South America to take seeds and organic gardening equipment to the Zapatista rebels in the Mexican hills? By growing their own food, you remember, they could get rid of their vulnerable supply lines. We had beans and corn, squash and herbs, and tools to help them use very little water with very little technology. I got that cotton shawl from that old woman who was spinning her own cotton and weaving it on a backstrap loom; her sister raised silkworms, too, but that even with our powerful American dollars, I couldn't afford one of her silk weavings. You were so funny trying to adjust that backstrap loom to your tall thin frame!

Gosh, it was -- what -- six weeks we were there with them? Eight? I remember we left just after the bean seedlings started to twine around the corn stalks. It's so amazing how fast those crops grow when sunlight and water are in plentiful supply.

[liralen.livejournal.com]

I think it was eight. As the beans were a good foot high...

The kids loved the roundabout pump. It was small so that two kids could chase each other around and around to bring up water easily with their small bodies and it helped that it was small and mostly built of light, rounded tubing when we were packing it in. They had so much fun with it and their parents were amazed by the amount of water they could get from their kids playing! Two hours was enough for the house needs for the village... good things the kids loved playing with it!

I remember glittering red cloud of ladybugs we let loose in the aphid-infested field of sprouts and how quickly we saw the leafs clear of sap drips.

And how amazingly fine and smooth that cotton thread was... wow. I still think of that when I weave with the loom.

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

I think my favorite Liramemory is of hanging out at your place in Seattle with Fezzik, making chocolate chip cookies. It's not so much that I think of you as being a cookie sort of person as it's remembering the warmth and comfort of good companionship. Kicking back with our feet on the couch and threatening each other with pillows while we giggled over being so greedy we ate the cookies straight out of the oven and burned our fingers and mouths. And Fezzik kept trying to surreptitiously steal some cookies for himself, but it was pretty hard for a dog that big to be sneaky. Yeah, I think I like that memory best. :)

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Mmmm...

[incandescens]

I remember the time we went skyscraper-climbing together in Seattle, and I still think it was very unfair of you to use trained eagles to bring you supplies mid-route. Of course, it was worth it when we parachuted off the top.

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Wasn't the view spectacular? Mmmm... at least it wasn't raining, too. *grin* I love those Indian summers...

[archangelbeth]

I'd come up to visit unexpectedly, and while I was there, these fellows in black suits showed up, and I don't think they approved of me being there. You were, however, quite cool and collected, and I think they left. They had some kind of penlight though, but I don't remember much about it...

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Dang immigration anyway...

[erikred.livejournal.com]

I remember this one time when we were atmosphere diving from the recently refurbished Mir Memorial space station. You helped me strap into my lobster-suit and laughed. I queried you via the group nano-LAN about what was so funny. You IM'd that you never thought I would fit in a lobster-suit. I smiley-iconned back and pointed out that neither us ever thought we'd sport nano-flex wings and quad-arms, either, not even back in chatsubo, but then you said something I'll never forget.

You said, "I did."

[liralen.livejournal.com]

*grin*

[rmd.livejournal.com]

I remember when we took the tactical shooting course, where they ran us through a sort of hogan's alley live-fire target exercise at the end, and i just watched you as you went thru, totally calm, totally accurate, and totally bad-assed.

and afterwards, we were all "damn! that was outstanding" and you just grinned and giggled.

[liralen.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

I still remember how bemused the instructor was by the giggling. Mmm... I love double-takes.

I'm still amazed at now much ammo we ran through. I loved the tag-team exercise with you, just 'cause it was so sweetly synched and I still remember the utter precision you had with all the safety procedures. Safe and perfectly efficient. It's always fun to win with you.

I think my favorite part, though, was well afterwards, when we sat down and methodically cleaned our pieces afterwards. The scent of gun-cleaner, the purring curiosity of your cats, and the companionable silence of doing the right thing for our equipment. Mmmm...