mean.....

ok, so while i was walking (out the road and back on a break)with my coworker lana this morning she called me mean.......and immediately commented that she needed some of that meanness.....we were talking about how we (the married/collective we) decided that our youngest should earn the cash to buy an ipod herself.....rather than receive it for xmas.....for assorted reasons.....like the fact that her xmas wish list included not one shred of music....and she has never requested a download of any song...and her zippered case of cd's is not full...and the notion of spending $150 to store the bond theme songs, the soundtrack to anastasia, and an old shania twain cd on a 500 song electronic device seemed foolish for a child who has lost more amethyst jewelry (our shared birthstone) than i have ever owned......and when lana called me mean....she was feeling mighty guilty for buying her ungrateful grandsons pricey electronics for xmas....on her salary.....and i pondered her comments as i walked the halls with my pda playing my current downloads over the lunch hour(nelly furtado, defiance,ohio, damien jurado, the weepies, the strokes, mavis staples, artic monkeys, tom waits, pink nasty, ben gibbard, justin rutledge, the lemonheads, wilco, belle/sebastian, the chapin sisters, tori amos, andrew bird, spoon, imogen heap, the mountain goats, and sufjan singing come thou fount of many blessings....)....of course, i have to walk a long way to hear those songs out of my 96 song collection, which also boasts many by yoyo ma.....which aren't good walking songs....and billy collins poems....... ..but again i digress from meanness.....over dinner i read a passage from a memoir i ordered on-line..to the horror of my eldest...after the friday reading in lexington...this author was dismissed as precious...and to that i must object..the memoir about her growing up in woodford county is more than precious....and the piece i read about her aunt tott and the pink pantie girdle is hysterically funny.......she is a blogger in the best sense of the word.....a woman who jotted down the essense of her experience before thinking twice about how others would react, or who would be offended, or how posterity would treat the story.....and when i spouse and my youngest guffawed at the humor relayed in the piece.....it occured to me that if i wasn't so concerned with all of the above issues...there are quite a few older blogs that could be expanded upon...and knitted together into a literary work of some kind....could i just find a uniting theme.........if meanness were a theme i would be in business......