That was the combination of the first lock I received in the sixth grade. I loved that lock, but I can't tell you why. I guess I loved it for the same reason I loved my first telephone number - 653-9348. And I suppose this is all especially surprising considering that other than basic calculations, math was my sworn enemy throughout school.
So, my question is this - why do we develop (I hope I am not alone here) an affection for silly, little mundane things such as combinations and telephone numbers? Do these numbers validate us in a cruel and uncaring world? Do these numerals prove that we exist (telephone) or allow secret entry to a place only we can access (combination) that makes us feel special? Or is it simply a connection to the world in which we live? I ask those that read this little corner of the web to share - what is your combination story? In the meantime, let's rok a song. It is by Air, I think. If anyone knows the name, please let me know.
UPDATE - Courtesy of RFO, my song is called "La Femme D'Argent" by Air. I knew he would know, because Dr. Cornelius knows all.
La Femme D'Argent
you're high right now, aren't you?
[1] pbone, that was the 1st thing i thought as well. what are you doing to my little eddy in chicatown?
that said, i do remember my 1st tele # & address...i could not tell you my last address or tele #...crazy.
all those in c$'s area that are leaving this weekend for a wedding, i advise against it. there is a storm coming, its going to blow in & out of town & C$ wont know what hit him...you should all be a part of this
Nope, not stoned. Just pensive. It is Sunday after all.
I actually experienced some sadness a few weeks ago when my dad called to tell me he got a cell phone & disconnected his land line. 988-8557 was all I've ever known. My great grandparents built the house more than 50yrs ago & it was the only phone # ever there.
While I was slightly saddened, my dad was expressing his excitement about entering the 20th century. I haven't told him yet that its the 21st century, it's the only joy I get out of the story.
Ok, a couple things.
- First locker combination: 10-36-18. Still have the lock, gonna break somebody's teeth with it, someday.
- Just cuz it's Sunday and you don't want to go back to a job you hate tomorrow doesn't mean you can be lazy. We have (some) standards here. (Air -
La Femme D'Argent). But good pick none the less.
- When will Hurricane Dale make landfall? Will CNN be there? I don't want to get off the couch.
- Finally, who is Lisa Quinones?
C$,
Your mom allowed me secret entry to a place that only I can access last night. It made us both feel special.
FACE!
I was so excited about my mom joke dis that I forgot to mention that I never grew attached to any specific numbers. I love them all, in all different combinations. Even 65726158. And words. I love words. Especially masticate and mandible. And Tom Berenger. I love Tom Berenger. He played washed up catcher Jake Taylor with such sincerity that I actually thought he was a Cleveland Indian.
When I was a child I had a stuffed monkey named Jocko. I got him for Christmas when I was three years old and I loved that monkey like it was an actual live monkey. When I was 20, I had to move from my brown house on Carpenter, which I liked to call Thomas, to my Fonzie apartment on E. State street. Somehow during the summer storage the Jocko box got lost. It was a devastating blow that I will never fully get over. The day I lost that little stuffed monkey, I lost a tiny litle piece of my heart. I can only hope that Jocko is out there somewhere, giving another child as much joy as he gave me.
Raise your glasses my friends. Here's to 26-16-34. Here's to 988-8557. Here's to 10-36-18. And here's to Jocko, my special number 1 (number 1, haha!)
C$,
I am filled with merriment and wonder. I would hate for you to think me a blog hog, dog, but I have so much to say today and so precious little time. I love the tunes you choose for us, but are you ever going to rock the Richie? You gots to get smooth on the vinyl like Lionel. I have to thank the Pharcyde for both the rhyme and the sentiment. I guess what it boils down to, buddy, is that I'm stuck on you.
I sure am glad the weightlifters always remember to smile. If she wasnt smiling, she would just look wierd, and you cant win a body building title if you look wierd.
Thunderpants, you make me laugh, and i like that...Thanks, thanks for that
Blondie is wearing a bikini today. Awesome!
Thunder, my god you really did have a whole bunch to say today and I can't tell you how much it warms the cockles of my heart to know that I can sometimes fuel your intellectual fire. Jocko? Tom Berenger? Where do I begin to comment?
Fresh, thanks for your help and I let my posts do the talking, thank you very much. I know you would know the name. I will change it now.
Dale, we will exorcise the demons, don't fret.
614-973-9979
cam - i believe this was our phone number freshman year at OU. i just tried to call it (changing the area code to 740 of course) and got somebodies voicemail.
dale,
i can't wait for your hurricane to come into chicago. i will not evacuate until satuday. i will not lock my doors or board my windows. make sure you bring plenty of rashions of crack cause we are going to need it.
dale-
i'm ass out of chicago this weekend for a wedding, but you will be in my heart and dreams.