Mai Yamani

Credo

Meme gacked from trismegistus, who did it a while ago but I was too ill/incoherent/busy to do likewise.

Take this:
Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

(Crash Davis, Bull Durham)
Alter it as you see fit, and voilà. You have a word in French.


I believe in stories, which are neither moral nor immoral, only written well or written badly. I believe in happy endings or I want to know the reason why. I believe in P. G. Wodehouse and Douglas Adams and Neil Gaiman. I believe that A.S. Byatt needs to stop whinging about Harry Potter and write another book like Possession instead of another book like Still Life, God help us all. I believe in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and alphabetical order and the Dewey decimal system. I believe in the wood and the witch and the young girl or boy and the things that come in threes. I believe in rereading.

I believe in straight white middle-class females, but I prefer actual people for nearly all purposes. I believe that the world is full of stupid people, but I try not to hold it against them if I can help it. I believe that I am 100% undeserving of my station in life, which I could never have achieved for myself, and I believe in sacrificing the remote possibility that I might become obscenely wealthy to other people's rights to get some help getting on in life.

I believe in the internet, which is just as much a part of "real life" as every other venue in which I participate and more rewarding than many. I believe that all of you are real people even if I only know you online, and I'll treat you accordingly. I believe in Apple Computers and toc.oscar.aol.com and lying in bed with my laptop propped up against your knees and checking my friends list whenever I have a spare moment.

I believe that I truly look nothing like ninety percent of pictures taken of me. I believe that I am my parents' daughter, which just goes to show you that you've no guarantee whatever how your children will turn out, and I believe that on the whole I please them more than I bewilder them. I cheerfully claim my Norwegian ancestors, even though they've even less to do with me than my own parents, and the same goes for your ancestors, unless they happen to have placed you among the peerage or given you a vast fortune or something.

I believe in sour candy and sour pickles and sour apples and even sour raspberries, when they're still firm and not quite ripe. I believe in setting the song Heaven Coming Down on repeat. I believe that sometimes, when you stick your problems in a drawer, they really do go away, just like your socks when you stick them in the dryer. I believe in buying the nice one that will last longer. I believe that soda is vile and I refuse to drink it.

I believe in the book Gaudy Night. I believe in staring at people's hands when I'm riding the subway. I believe in quotations in bed and literary sex.

I believe humans exist, if for any reason, to create meaning.


Edit: LiveJournal, you bitch, you told me you couldn't post my entry, while you were secretly relentlessly spamming my flist.

No love,
mayhap
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Cool.

Here's my edit of the paragraph:

"Well, I believe in...good scotch...and...soft-core pornography."

[Yours was better.]
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