From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Friday, August 24, 2007

Hey, so...( I'm trying to be very cool and macho) what religion are you?

WHAT!?!

How is that for office chat at the scanner?

So I answer. I go to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

Huh?

I'm Mormon.

No Shi.. oops I can't say that in front of you. I knew a Mormon in High School. That's cool. * porbably thinking, aw nuts... now I can't ask you out.

* thinking, that's right buster... I'm totally outta your league! ..and then there is the fact that I'M MARRIED!

So I heard that you can't eat chocolate or drink things with caffine...

We have been advised not to. BUT that does not stop my husband and brother from sucking on the Dr.Pepper.

I had to leave then because I was laughing so hard.
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