It's true beyond the telling that I hate internet blog memes - not only has it degraded the meaning of the word 'meme', it usually comes off as a form of soft coercion. I may not want to reveal ten kooky things about myself, or talk about the last four songs I listened to, but once I've been 'tagged' I feel as if someone is constantly prodding me in the small of the back. You gonna do that meme? Huh? You gonna?
But - if the meme turns out to be something cool, fascinating, and not particularly onerous, then I say bring it on. Many thanks to Cecilieaux of Shavings Off My Mind for offering me a meme I can get behind.
Here are the rules.
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.
Those were the rules. I don't quite understand why rules 3 & 4 aren't collapsed into one rule (ie. Post sentences six, seven and eight) but I'm not going to argue with rules. Especially meme rules, which are tinkered with at the user's peril. I understand that Jenny B. from Rapid City tinkered with the rules once, and the next day she developed hives, and the hives developed mouths, and the mouths wanted to watch the special edition of Ghost with the cast & crew commentary, and through the nights and days they screamed and lowed and ululated for Ghost, until eventually she broke down and bought a copy, and you know what? It sucked. That's twenty-five bucks she's never getting back.
And now the mouths rest quietly, waiting for the 3-disc box set of Pretty Woman.
Anyway, the book nearest, my God, to me, is Douglas R. Hofstadter's Gödel, Escher, Bach, his crazy 1979 "metaphorical fugue on minds and machines in the spirit of Lewis Carroll".
Tortoise: ....You don't have to think about it consciously. But in this piece, Bach was playing tricks, hoping to lead you astray. And in your case, Achilles, he succeeded.
Let's see, whom do I tag?