From the beginning, Riri referred to humans as “earthguys,” and it gradually became clear that he was inclined to include animals in the category as well. His interest in the creatures he found in the woods, waters and skies around my home in northwest New Jersey, began with simple curiosity, but he soon developed respect for the natural fit of their behavior into the surrounding environment. Nature “earthguys”… “They belonging…they ingtellergent.” Whereas, from his point of view, “you kinda earthguys,” the humans, “self-absorbing”, “conveniated” and “earth-dangering” “not good fitting” folks, but “not all bad bad”… “Humanguys difficult for unnerstand…”
Before allowing Riri to continue, I interrupted, out of my own need for unnerstand stuff…”conveniated”… “Help me, what is ‘conveniated’? What do you mean by that?...”
He hesitated a moment, seemingly stunned by my apparent ignorance…I really had no clue…conveniated?...”Something to do with convenience”? I ventured, “What’s wrong with convenience?”
Con- vee-nee-ence… yes…you kinda earthguys not so fitting, want easy, fast, pop-in-mouth, instink (instant?) faster, easier, remote-control…Do you unnerstand the cost of conveeneeence…? The costs of conveniated is ingconvenient…
Friday, January 15, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
twelve – the visible “man”
In the preposterous excitement of meeting, and actually conversing with, an observer from another world, my own powers of observation were not quite what I like to crack them up to be. I don’t think I miss too much, even unusual or unlikely connections so obscure that they can leave my wife shaking her head as if it was me that was an alien. In adjusting to the reality of the existence of this little character, it seems I simply overlooked, or took for granted, every think about him.
The fact of his existence had overwhelmed my need for the facts of his existence. About three feet tall and thickish without seeming either fat or muscular, he rarely slowed down enough for me to consider, let alone suggest, some measurement. An opportunity did develop one day out of Riri’s observation that “earthguys all differing sizes and looking,” and that by “earthguys” he matter-of factly includes not just humans, but all creatures great and small.”
“Where I come all same same,” was explained to me, as he stood proudly for his measuring - 2’103/4” There was another measurement I was very curious about…his weight. I could guesstimate his height but his weight was another thing…something about his appearing and disappearing, and variations in color, which seemed to reflect corresponding variation in density, poked my curiousity…how could something transparent have much, or any, weight?
In the process of measuring Riri my hands brushed lightly his softfurrysmoothskin. My fingertips tingled and tiny sparks sort of phizzed when there was contact. Riri didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge if he felt anything… “ I 2feets103/4,” , he repeated , apparently satisfied with his stature …then, “I go now,” and was soon sniffing lilies on his way down the path, dissolving as he progressed, invisible by the time he reached the front gate...before I could try to weigh him or learn anything "personal."
I smiled to myself as I snapped my measuring tape several times in wonder at the continuing adventure taking place, in my mind, as well as in my garden…
The fact of his existence had overwhelmed my need for the facts of his existence. About three feet tall and thickish without seeming either fat or muscular, he rarely slowed down enough for me to consider, let alone suggest, some measurement. An opportunity did develop one day out of Riri’s observation that “earthguys all differing sizes and looking,” and that by “earthguys” he matter-of factly includes not just humans, but all creatures great and small.”
“Where I come all same same,” was explained to me, as he stood proudly for his measuring - 2’103/4” There was another measurement I was very curious about…his weight. I could guesstimate his height but his weight was another thing…something about his appearing and disappearing, and variations in color, which seemed to reflect corresponding variation in density, poked my curiousity…how could something transparent have much, or any, weight?
In the process of measuring Riri my hands brushed lightly his softfurrysmoothskin. My fingertips tingled and tiny sparks sort of phizzed when there was contact. Riri didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge if he felt anything… “ I 2feets103/4,” , he repeated , apparently satisfied with his stature …then, “I go now,” and was soon sniffing lilies on his way down the path, dissolving as he progressed, invisible by the time he reached the front gate...before I could try to weigh him or learn anything "personal."
I smiled to myself as I snapped my measuring tape several times in wonder at the continuing adventure taking place, in my mind, as well as in my garden…
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