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Annie meets Kurt Vonegut, so to speak

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 3:06 pm
by silvercamaro
Annie saw the veterinary surgeon. She must return in one month. If her wound has not healed completely, then she may face stitches or a small skin graft. I am hopeful that Mother Nature will take care of it before then, although neither procedure would be a big deal compared to what she faced two months ago.

The vet did have specific springtime advice for the beautiful, shiny, pink skin that has appeared anew:

Sunscreen.

Re: Annie meets Kurt Vonegut, so to speak

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 3:28 pm
by ToLiveIsToFly
silvercamaro wrote:Annie saw the veterinary surgeon. She must return in one month. If her wound has not healed completely, then she may face stitches or a small skin graft. I am hopeful that Mother Nature will take care of it before then, although neither procedure would be a big deal compared to what she faced two months ago.

The vet did have specific springtime advice for the beautiful, shiny, pink skin that has appeared anew:

Sunscreen.
Very nice. Although that speech was actually written by Mary Smich, Chicago Tribune columnist and Brenda Starr writer.

Re: Annie meets Kurt Vonegut, so to speak

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 3:33 pm
by silvercamaro
ToLiveIsToFly wrote: Very nice. Although that speech was actually written by Mary Smich, Chicago Tribune columnist and Brenda Starr writer.
Yeah, I know, but "Annie meets Mary Smich" didn't seem too catchy, and it looks like a typo. Thus are urban myths promulgated.

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 3:34 pm
by ne1410s
tltf:
Very nice. Although that speech was actually written by Mary Smich, Chicago Tribune columnist and Brenda Starr writer.
Huh?

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 5:00 pm
by tlynn78
Huh?


"Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen."

Author: Mary Schmich (USA)
First published: July 1, 1997

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 5:14 pm
by ne1410s
Tks, tlynn. Now, I remember. Seriously.

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 5:48 pm
by PlacentiaSoccerMom
Won't she lick it off?

Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 6:22 pm
by silvercamaro
PlacentiaSoccerMom wrote:Won't she lick it off?
Annie won't. It's in a place on the middle of her back where she can't reach it. Whether Lizbit licks it off in the guise of helpfulness remains to be seen.