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Thursday, January 16
Isn't this a recycled question?
I would have to say the quilt my grandma made specificially for my antique 3/4 bed and my crazy guinea pigs. If I had to leave my apartment because of a fire, I'd wrap the pigs in the quilt and get out of there.
This is the kind of question that leads people to buy beanie babies or collectible plates, in the hopes that someday, somewhere they'll be worth more than the money you spent storing them.
Knock it off.
/My prized possession is whatever I can use today to make life easier or more interesting
i am my most prized possession and most important work.
I'm stuck on whether my inability to answer this question means that I have no possession that holds special value to me, or if I'm just too materialistic to settle for just one.
I fear it's the latter, since I can answer more targeted "desert island"-type questions with no problem.
Having had a number of "prized possessions" stolen over the past five years, I've sort of let go of the tangible. I would now say that my family -- husband, daughter, soon-to-be-born son -- is my most prized possession, though of course I don't really posssess them.
You guys are a bunch of jagoffs. Just answer the fucking question, you goatee-stroking existential metaphysicians.
My P-Bass Deluxe. How hard was that?
Jagoffs.
my art-deco fountain pen.
a restored Remington No. 10 typewriter from 1920
won't tells them, nasty gaperses, then they'd steal the precious, lovely precious. they wants their grubby handses all over the precious 1972 Schwinn Paramount, baby blue ladies step over frame. used to be all campy, now some campy and some shimano 600.
hissssssshsiiiisssss.
and fish.
My goatee.
Without it, my existential metaphysical stroking would have only one outlet instead of two....
What's with all the crank pants today? Did we all have that rough a weekend?
My engagement ring. It belonged to my fiance's mother, who was a truly wonderful woman. And it was given to me by a truly wonderful man with the blessings and encouragement of his equally amazing family. It reminds me of how lucky and loved I am every time I look at it.
* Cranky pants. Cranky. Not crank.
Maybe it was a rough weekend...
My wedding ring, although after dislocating my ring finger for the umpteenth time, it doesn't fit anymore. And my jeweler is in Old Orchard. Old Orchard! Might as well be Mauritania.
A swiss army watch my dad gave me the 1st x-mas after his cancer recovery. I didn't think he was going to be around that x-mas.
My eyes. I don't know how I'd live without them. I also have a couple teeth I'm really proud of. I keep those in a jewelry box on my dresser. Some day I plan to dress them up all fancy and photograph them.
p.s. lisamay: "crank pants" is way funnier.
My record player, scratch that. My records
I'd have to say my memory. I'm afraid of getting alzheimers.
Physical possession: my favorite pair of trousers.
Two teddy bears I've had since I was a year old. Also, a Nightmare Before Christmas limited edition cookie jar I got years ago, in which I have stored mementos from my relationship with my first boyfriend. I guess that makes three things, but I'd be hard pressed to pick a favorite of the bunch.
My Thermos.
My box of old notebooks, all my journals before I started doing them on the computer. I've had dreams where the house was on fire and I ran back in to get them.
My cd player. $700 & I listen to it every day, justifying my crazed music buying jags.
skateboard
a letter my dad wrote to me a week before he passed away unexpectedly from a heart attack. it was creepy though--i received it in the mail after he had already passed.
my iPod.
maybe sometimes I kiss it. maybe.
My grandmother's ring that was passed down to me after she died. I often times thought of how I would react if someone tried to mug me for it....honestly, i thought of switching it to my right hand so that i would have a stronger punch when I get them with my bad-ass hook. I see them trying to steal it, me punching them and dragging the stone through their cheek. Nobody messes with my grandma.
p.s. this plan probably would never work since i have never hit anyone in my life.
a silver match box I found in the remains of a fire when I was 6. Except I still think it might have been a dream, and the silver box came from another realm. It's right here in front of me.
My sense of humor. And this chalupa I'm scarfing right now.
(props to jgs, btw. awesome post)
This paddle ball, and this lamp, and this chair too!
a 1930's art deco compactum that my mother gave me for my wedding. it houses my other most prized possessions, my grandmother's china and crystal and my husband's grandmother's silver.
my ex-girlfriend
my sideburns
my bicycle
my whitesox
Huntsman, What Quarry? signed by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My immortal soul.
And my cool white beanie.
I dunno. My health? I don't really own anything that is all that great. My piano maybe? My camera? No, I guess I'm sticking with the health answer. My health.
Ow weeee Ow weee, can I have three? Can I please? Well, lets see;a crack pipe I made from an antenna of a BMW parked outside of Spago resturant, my dishwater hands, and my emerald slippers, or are they rubby?
My 1970 Raleigh Superbe 3-speed.
My Winnie the Pooh I've had since I was born. He doesn't quite look like Winnie the Pooh anymore, but that's ok, I know that he is. If there's a "most loved stuffed animal" contest, he'd win, no question about it.
A white beanie rabbit my then girlfriend, now wife, gave me just before she departed for a seven month long assignment. My rabbit even has amazing healing abilities! When I have a headache, I can perch him on my head (The beans do a great job of keeping him balanced in place...), close my eyes and before long my headache will subside. No ibuprofen required. He also fits perfectly in the crook of my neck when I'm napping.
Also beloved is my collection of books, films, graphic novels and CDs. Whenever knowledge, inspiration or escape is needed, they are there waiting to provide it...
Of course, intangibles like a sense of humor, relatively good health, the ability to touch, taste, smell, see and hear, a fairly capable intellect, and most of all, being graced with enough madness to be interesting while not being hospitalized.
Oh, Mike. You are so right. My Raleigh Superbe, ladies model with the generator-run light. It still works. I love it.
My journal from 2nd grade. We were required to write in it every day, and then "share" on Fridays. God that thing is HILARIOUS!
Urban Ethos [26]
What is Chicago's "urban ethos"?
Cool Glass of... [16]
What're you drinking?
Supreme Decision [22]
What's your reaction to the Supreme Court's decision on the Affordable Care Act?
Taking it to the Streets [20]
Chicago Street Fairs: Revolting or Awesome?
I Can Be Cruel [9]
Be real: what is the meanest thing you've ever done?
j / September 12, 2005 7:34 AM
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