Sunday, February 19, 2006

Let's compete with James Frey

Just for fun . . .

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want. BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Thanks to Debby for the idea. If you need some inspiration, you can see some examples at her blog.


  1. Melissa,

    I found your blog through a travel forum, I think or something. I'm also thinking of moving from Orange County to NC.
    I've really enjoyed reading about your experiences. One reason I want to leave So Cal is the horrendous traffic. Do you find a lot of traffic to the bigger cities?
    Also, if you have any info on housing prices in the suburbs, that would be great. I need to work in a larger city but I don't really want to live there. But I don't want to live out in the boonies either. Of course this is all relative coming from someone who drives to and works in Los Angeles!
    Anyway, hope to hear from you. I'll keep reading and enjoy NC vicariously for now!

  2. Thanks for my story. It was so funny. I will do my best to come up with one that will be worthy of your comment list. I'll be back with it soon. :)

  3. OK, so mine's not as funny as yours but I hope you enjoy it. - Deb

    It was a dreary November day when you, Nicole and I decided to escape the trap of suburbia and head out to meet the unknown. The day was unplanned (quite a departure for two of our crew) but as we headed out of the valley, toward less polluted skies there was a sense that this day would be special. The drive up the coast was breathtaking as usual. When we reached Channel Islands National Park something told us to stop. We arrive just in time to join a group sailing out to San Miguel Island for a ranger led hike. The boat ride out seems long as we travel over the choppy water, straining our eyes for a peak at whales in the distance. The hike is long, 8 miles in total, but we are well taken care of by the ranger who points out each unique feature of this island environment. We can hear them before we see them. Their haunting cries get louder with each step. And then there is the smell of animal dung and sea creature mixed into one. As we crest the hill we can see them, thousands of seals and sea lions basking themselves on the beach. We were all captivated by the sheer number of creatures present on the small stretch of beach. Nicole handed over her binoculars so that you could see a mother tending to her young pup in the distance. Closer two young males played in the sand, eventually crashing into the waves. The sight was both natural and awe inspiring. And then it was time to leave and say goodbye to the hosts of the day, head back across the waters to the car, and return to suburbia. At least that’s the way I remember it.

  4. Wow, great story, Deb! Thanks for writing and posting it! Apparently all my other readers saw fit to ignore my request. Alas. Good idea, though.