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I am somebody

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

I love Emily Dickinson so very much. I went to find this poem and ended up spending an hour reading about thirty other poems. I almost switched this poem, but instead you may just get weeks and weeks of Emily Dickinson. You’re welcome.

Anyway, the poem. I memorized this poem when I was 10. It was part of some public speaking exercise or another and this selection just spoke to me. I was never a popular kid. I was lucky though, because I was in gifted classes, so being “smart” was perfectly acceptable; and, I was tough, so I didn’t get picked on but that first time by whichever kid evidently didn’t know better. However, I wasn’t particularly pretty (my permanent teeth were WAY too big for my face for a LONG time), I wasn’t friendly or athletic or talkative, so my classmates left me much to myself and I was never a teacher favorite either.

Wow, writing all that in one place, makes it sound so much worse than it was. I was perfectly content with this state of affairs. I was happy enough at home and in church. School was just a place I had to go in between those safe havens. *Loner shrug*

So it shouldn’t come as much a surprise that of the poems and speech excerpts presented to me in the fifth grade, I chose this one. I loved that it not only celebrated anonymity, but mocked popularity as something so mundane and ordinary that a frog accomplishes it simply with its constant bloviating. I didn’t need to be called up to the blackboard to be the teacher’s assistant or accompany the cool girls to the bathroom where they measured whose bust was bigger. How dreary. I was content just sitting quietly in the back of the cafeteria, playing world domination with Michael’s GI Joes and writing stories about children accidentally launched into space.

I was not one to prattle on with nonsense to get people to notice me. I read big books and thought big thoughts, that was quite enough.

When I chose the poem for this week, I thought my writeup was going to be about how I am still nobody, but the more I thought about it and read some internet analyses about it, I realized that I’m much more a frog now. I tell my name all the livelong day! Sorta. I like my semi-public life, but it mostly plays itself out from the safety of my keyboard. I am still very painfully shy and retiring around strangers…so maybe I’m like half nobody and half somebody.

Yeah, that works. I’m a nosome.

Though “Are you nosome too?” just might be the worst question ever crafted in the history of crafting questions.

im-nobody* by Emily Dickinson

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

*This was the poem as I learned it…um…19 years ago. However, I found this other version on the internets. I find it curious and displeasing.

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d advertise — you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one’s name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

President Obama’s bailout plan an overwhelming success

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Banks have paid back almost 75% of the funds!

Sooo…dogs are scared of babies…eh?

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Somebody get me the Octomom on the phone!

via www.twitter.com/kenwheaton

Cause it’s almost my birthday

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

And This is not April’s incessant mocking, I think I’m getting this phone.

Has anyone heard any drawbacks to the HTC Incredible? Or can any argument be made that the latest blackberry is just as good?

(Iphone is out of the question because AT&T bites it.)

UPDATE

Was just informed the Motorola Droid 2 is coming out next month, so I should hold off…

16 days

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

And who’s got two thumbs and has updated their Amazon wish list?

What’s a n*gger gon do? He’s Samoan

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Hahaha I always thought, in a perfect world, this movie would just be about Vincent and Jules and their daily adventures. I’ve never seen Clerks, but Pulp Fiction coulda been like that. Two men on the job talking about foot massages and the holiest of holies.

The Awesome Vinnay story of the day

Monday, June 21st, 2010 by Dawn Summers

So Caitycaity shows me the entry she has for me in her phone and it says Dawn Summers/Stephane.

Me: You see, Vinnay, Caity has only known me a year and she already knows how to spell my damn name! What the hell?
Vinnay: Ok… well, here’s the thing. I DO know how to spell your name, but half the time I’m texting you, I’m drunk, so I end up putting an i in there.

The battle is in full swing in India!

Monday, June 21st, 2010 by Dawn Summers

I had lunch with my Indian-from-India co-workers today. And one told a story about being mugged by monkeys of her lunch as a girl at boarding school. I jump in with “did they take your ipod too”? Then my other white guy co-worker goes “no, the monkeys in India are no joke!” And he tells me about this story!

THE MONKEYS TOTALLY MURDERED THAT GUY!!

Where is Ken Wheaton and his youtube videos now?

Not so random thought

Monday, June 21st, 2010 by Dawn Summers

My father said there were two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better.

-Marlo Thomas

via twitter.com/allthingsbb

I hope you’re happy in the end…

Monday, June 21st, 2010 by Dawn Summers