Double-Going Doubled

[cbertsch]

My female shadow is coming closer. Check out this e-mail I received today:

Dear Cascade Fleet Members,

Viking Fest is next week and I have not heard from many of you about attending this event. So that we may have an accurate head count for the Bayside Broiler if you would let me know if you are attending it would be greatly appreciated.

The cost of the dinner is $35/per person which includes tax and tip. This includes a non-acholoic drink.

My email address is: [ADDRESS DELETED]@aol.com

Thanks,

Dick Foreman

The persons who will be attending are:

Brody and Chandra Kunz
Roger Martindill and Karen Karen Hanenburg
Gary and Cindi LaSala
Gary and Ingrid Bruner - Dinner only
Richard and Diane Foreman

Those who have expressed interest:

Charlotte Bertsch and Paul Meshke
Chuck and Ingrid Klein

Those who have attened in the past:

Evan and Janis McAllister

I wish I could attend. I even have a horny hat to wear for the occasion. Stranger, still, the message above was embedded within a reply on which I was copied:

Dick & Diane… Thank you so very much for sharing Opening Day with Karen and I. Your vessel was the perfect piece for this “showing” and your hospitality was superb. Thanks for allowing “me” to kick back and “have-a-ball” while you folks did all the work!

We are looking forward to Poulsbo, and will be arriving Thursday afternoon.

Thanx again!

Roger & Karen

I know, you were about to write me that my horny hat is not authentically Viking. But judging from this latter missive, this crowd that Charlotte Bertsch hangs with is theoretically savvy in that ironic, postmodern way. Not only does this crowd eschew having a ball in order to "have-a-ball," its members also recognize that the word "me" is always already a lie unless it is bracketed by scare quotes. Oh, and are you as curious as I am to find out what this "showing" consisted of? I'm especially intrigued by the hermaphroditic entwining of "vessel" and "piece." Perhaps it is intended to underscore the moi's paradoxical dimension, namely the fact that it is a receptacle we try in vain to fill, failing to comprehend that inside and outside are cut from the same cloth or, as the idiom would have it, "of a piece." In a sense, we are all vassals of this vessel, which threatens to engulf everything in its path. The Vikings were a piece-loving people. But they knew where to pour out their blood.

Comments

[xxxpunkxgrrlxxx.livejournal.com]

would that be the same charlotte bertsch from the free birthday cup of soup thing? craziness.

have a nice summer!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_luaineach/]

Now see, I would be so writing to those people asking all those questions and then somehow it would all end up that I'd be attending the next "showing" at Poulsbo.

[art-thirst.livejournal.com]

Charlotte Bertsch? I don't think the Bean would like her Dad called that. It is rather funny though... Charlotte! *wink*

Actually, people don't know whether I'm male or female from my name. I'm constantly getting women's studies material in my univ. mailbox. At least I haven't been invited to be in a women's art exhibition in a good number of years. ;-))

[ex-benlinus.livejournal.com]

This is some baffling shit. Isn't Charlotte Bertsch like 7o years old? I really wanna meet this lady. She must be somethin else.
I think that the message with all the quotes is actually code. There's some fucked up kink going on here that I wanna know about.

[frostedfuckhead.livejournal.com]

hahaha

[icetulip.livejournal.com]

Two "Ingrid"s in a single invite list! When I was 7 years old, I was crushed when, in a Dunkin' Donuts, I discovered the cashier's name was Ingrid: I thought I was the only one in the United States, or for sure Arizona (my folks told me when I was young that it was a "rare" name). In any case, I'm not suffering from a name identity crisis, it just interests me that there are more Ingrids in AZ or the US then I thought. Of course, if you take my first AND last name, "Ingrid Lindstrom" and go to Sweden, it's like being "Sarah Brown" here.

[bitterlawngnome.livejournal.com]

what's a little trans-action between "friends".

[songsiheard.livejournal.com]

When I first moved to WI and got a local cellphone number I got a bunch of weird calls for someone named "Betty." One of the people who called didn't seem to understand what I was saying because of a language barrier or they were REALLY old. They just kept asking for Betty and wouldn't listen to me. The calls stopped after awhile, and I hadn't heard anything for more than a year when POW last week sometime I got six calls in one day, with no messages left, and a number that was more digits than my phone could handle so I couldn't call back. My voicemail message clearly shows I'm not Betty, people. Then the text messages started. For four straight days I got something like four a day with commands to call Moses (who was apparently not the sender but a third party) and asking how John was doing and telling me that "we need to talk business" (which sounded sort of scary--what was Betty into? Mafia?) Most of it made no sense, but the insistence that I call Moses became more and more hostile. I kept texting back politely to say I was not Betty but they didn't seem to be received, because they kept on. My texts back became more and more hostile, I'm hoping something finally got through because they did stop. Maybe it'll take another year before some other of Betty's organized crime contacts tries to get a hold of her.

bizarre

[gpratt.livejournal.com]

The whole thing creeps me out.

[samifo.livejournal.com]

Is that Richard Foreman of NY's Wooster Group? Love him.