Abstract Nouns

[porphyry]

For some months A. has referred to his sister as the mental midget, a phrase borrowed from Bugs Bunny—probably because she can’t talk that well as yet. This week he dropped the 'mental,' perhaps realizing the remaining word can refer to her stature. But at the same time he coined a new word: 'midgetry' to mean foolishness or buffoonery.

Today at the park as we drove into the parking lot by the playground, I noticed a group of fat middle-aged men playing with a frisbee. ‘Ah, hippies!’ I thought aloud. This prompted A. to ask, ‘Do they think with a hippy mentality?’

Comments

[siamhussein.livejournal.com]

Straight from being a Bugs Bunny fan into being French! *Un parcours* which took me twenty-five years to realize!

[petrusplancius.livejournal.com]

These reports from the malkhos household remind of those horror films in which in which quaint and precocious children turn out to be alien infiltrators; I suppose you haven't seen any flying saucers around?

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Not that we've noticed, but it's possible. :) Andrew is terribly clever, almost frighteningly so. Madeline, however, is possibly more normal although I guess time will tell.

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Nothng memorable, I fear, mainly opening the car door for him.

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Not so. Although in the normal sense of the word, she can't realy talk yet, she does know all 26 letters at sight.

[benicek.livejournal.com]

Is the frisbee a badge of hippydom? I thought it just indicated that you were alive during the 1970's.

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Malkhos has strange ideas about what constitutes such a phenomenon if indeed there is such a thing anymore. To him, in the broadest sense it's anything that strays from the tradition of what he calls "the beautiful and the good." Infer from that, then, that rather than just representing being alive during the 1970's, it also represents that you might have participated in the counterculture of the 70's and therefore might be a hippie. Which is no answer really, but it's early in the morning and I'm sick.

One of my very first best friends was a true 70s hippie, and I loved her. She was named Anne and lived with a man named Bill whom she called her husband (but I think they were just really living together because one day Bill went away and Steve showed up, but I guess she was trying to not expose me at the age of five to the new freedom of living together outside marriage). I could list many ways in which she was unlike my mother, although they must've been about the same age, each representing opposite positions of this new order directly a result from the upheaval of the 1960s. At the time, though, all I cared about was running over to her house every day because Anne always had the most interesting activities planned for us. I do believe that she ultimately did become a doctor.