A little something from the third drawer of the filing cabinet....

"Chimpanzees and orangutans may be capable of very limited forms of imitation, but only humans are capable of the kind of widespread and general imitation that...leads to memetic evolution." --Dr. Susan Blackmore in The Evolution of Meme Machines

"Bad artists copy. Good artists steal." --Picasso

"Imitation is the sincerest flattery" -- C.C. Colton

"Stealing from one source is plagiarism. Stealing from many sources is research."
--Wilson Mizner....or Joseph Cummings Chase...or Steven Wright or....?

As humans, we are drawn to create.

It also seems to be an innately human behavior to take someone's creation and do whatever we can to make it our own.

In this way, we form our culture. In this way, we spread our memes.

Memes are born

They spread through simple contagion. We blog about them. Repeatedly.

We write news stories about them.

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We transform them

into art (or craft).

We create other versions because, hey, it worked for those guys.

In this 21st Century, true meme Nirvana is found in one special location:

The You Tube viral video!

Is there anything better than Nirvana?
Inclusion in cultural staples like Saturday Night Live, The Simpsons, or Sesame Street.

That's when you know you've made it.
Angry Birds, here's what you're shooting for:

Eventually, most memes are quarantined. Some drift into remission. There are occasional flareups or recurrences (Ebenezer Scrooge, anyone? He never seems to go away.)

Isn't pop culture fun?

To everything there is a season

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The Edge of Seventeen

It's that time of year when the blog musings center on my grief journey. Every year, it seems like we are busy with end-of-the-year school activities and the start of summer, planning vacations, and then (kablam)...it's almost July 9. Grief is funny. Grief is weird. I remember very early after Charlotte died, I watched the movie Rabbit Hole. There's an amazingly poignant scene where Nicole Kidman's character is talking with another woman who lost a child over 10 years before (played by Dianne Wiest). She talks about grief being like a brick in your pocket. It never goes away. Sometimes you can even forget it's there. But it comes back and makes its presence known from time to time. And (she says) "it's what you have of them." I probably did not fully realize then what a powerful and true analogy that is. As time goes on, our grief changes. Yet, it is always there on the edge of things. It sits in that pocket and sometimes makes itself known. This...

Half a Century - Wow!

Here it is! My 50th year. How do you mark a half-century on the planet? First, I'm astounded by the many other things that are marking 50 years in our culture: The movies Jaws and Monty Python and the Holy Grail The Rocky Horror Picture Show Bohemian Rhapsody Saturday Night Live Space Mountain at Walt Disney World Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies Reaching this milestone also had me thinking about the many human milestones we mark. Most of these happen in our childhood, but there are some that we reach even in adulthood. I've been walking and talking for 49 years I've been swimming for 47 years (yes, I'm a Florida baby!) ...a sister for 47 years ....reading for 46 years ....riding a bike for 45 years ....sewing a basic hem or a button for 42 years (thanks, Grandma Libby) ...playing the piano for 40 years ...touch typing for 37 years. And that started on a typewriter! ... working (collecting a real paycheck and not just babysitting or odd jobs) for 36 years...

I See What You Meme

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