This blog was created to meet a job target. Target met. However, I have become attached to my little piece of the internet. I plan on keeping this blog—but the title has to go. It was chosen in haste and I find it does not suit my blog/blogging/bloggage tone. (In addition in sounds pretentious.)
The phrase silence of silence references a quote from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
I selected that quote because 1) I think Sylvia Plath was amazing and 2) someone already had my first choice: hot bath. It also references a quote from The Bell Jar.
“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.” hotbath.wordpress.com has one post and appears abandoned.
What a shame.
Hot bath deserves better.
I continued to study Sylvia in looking for a sobriquet (hee.hee. I love thesaurus.com!). I remember while reading The Bell Jar, Joe told me to hurry and finish it—it was making me depressed. He was right. I don’t think I have ever read a book that has effected my mood the way that one did. While reading through some of her other works, I discovered how beautifully sad most of Plath’s writing is. Although I love and relate to Ms. Plath (more on that if I ever write something serious), she may not be able to help me find a suitable moniker.
However, I refuse to leave the discussion of Sylvia Plath without including the following masterpieces:
This is not sad. Read it twice. Slowly.
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
This one makes Sylvia sound like she spent some time in a sorority house.
“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
(I wonder if Puking with Friends is available?)
And how about this for romance?
“What did my arms do before they held you?”
I hope she did not write this about Ted Hughes (speaking of puking).
Moving on with my quest, I concluded something with a hint of spirituality would be nice. Not hit-you-over-the-head-with-a-Bible spiritual, but a name—that when investigated—would reveal my beliefs. (Even if my posts may be considered off-color to some, I do love me some Jesus.) Anyhow, I turned to the obvious choice for a plethora of advice.
I found the most moving passage I have ever read. Here it is.
You probably should read this one twice also.
“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of-throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
This quote is from Mere Christianity. Breathtaking. What an amazing explanation of earthly suffering. So my next blog choice was lifeasahouse.wordpress.com.
At least this blog is active. It is written by the proud mom of Audrey and Ben. Cute kids. Lots of photos. Ben apparently loves Elmo. Disappointingly, no connection to to C.S. Lewis.
I considered using livinghouse but it sounded too pensive. Out of curiosity I looked it up. Taken… and with a mystery. Why name your blog livinghouse.wordpress.com when you are blogging in spanish? Todo lo sea.
Tired of the dead ends, I took a few days break—and came up with hands down the most perfect name.
Hannah read Gone With the Wind last year—I had never read it—and picked it up as soon as she set it down. It is way better than the movie. I realize it is sacrilege to speak critically of the theatrical masterpiece Gone With the Wind, but read the book and you will understand how tempted I am to do just that. There is a phrase Scarlett uses (in the novel) on a regular basis—”God’s nightgown!” She uses it comparatively to “Good grief!” or “For heaven’s sake!” Every time I read it, I crack up. I suppose that was borderline cursing in the 1840’s.
I love to think of God in a nightgown. I image him in a white nightdress like the one worn by Scrooge in A Christmas Carol—but without the gloomy nightcap.
Godsnightgown.wordpress.com was seized March 4th of 2009. The blogger made the verbose post of “Hello world!” then went MIA. God’s nightgown! What a waste! (I am planning on bringing this expression back in to common use.)
Until I can come up with something more suitable, you and I are stuck with Silence of Silence. But my search for a new title continues—After all, tomorrow is another day!