Oubliette - (noun, french) a little place of forgetting. A small, windowless room where someone is locked away, forgotten, left to go mad.
This is my personal place to rant and rave like the lunatic I am, my oubliette. It's dark, quiet, and I come here to forget about things. Or maybe to remember them. After all, where does insanity end, and insight begin?
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
ah, technology
While running some errands with Tom tonight, we stopped by a small shopping center with several small trees in traffic islands. I heard a cell phone ringing, and ringing, and ringing. Answer your damn phone, I thought. I realized the phone was ringing from somewhere up in a tree. The phone in a tree kept ringing then it suddenly changed to a chickadee song. The mockingbirds in Huntsville are now mocking cell phone ring tones. I swear, only in Huntsville, Silicon Valley of the South.
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