Well only for the question "what is a meme?" anyway. First I went to my good friend google for the answer, I was sent to my other friend wikipedia, where i finally found the explanation i'd been looking for and here is what w.p. had to say:
A meme (pronounced /miːm/) consists of any idea or behavior that can pass from one person to another by learning or imitation. Examples include thoughts, ideas, theories, gestures, practices, fashions, habits, songs, and dances. Memes propagate themselves and can move through the cultural sociosphere in a manner similar to the contagious behavior of a virus.
This cleared things right up for me. That explains the lists that are circulating all over the web in blogland. We are so interested in each other that we want to know more about what its like being you, or me, as the case may be. I'm sure that's why i do this, it's fun to write about myself, (i didn't realize just how fun!) but more, I want to know about you, what you think, to learn something new about you and where you live in this big, beautiful world.
I could've just read blogs. Alot of people do. But where is the fun in that? Only by commenting and replying does this come to life. You are just like me, i'm sure. Doing your daily stuff. And whether you pray or meditate or believe in menehunes you are out there. Real as rain.
The sharing that is going on is phenomenal to me. This goes much deeper than any idea or photo could show, it is a connection with compassion. I can feel minds and hearts meeting. Ok, so my kids roll their eyes and say to each other, oh mom's talking to her "friends" again. I only smile and say when you want to know, i could show you what its like to have friends on any level. Even in ones you haven't met.
So. i'm next to be tagged by Val! I'm not entirely sure how to play but i think the first part goes like this...
You have to choose a person to describe that's in your phones address book and so i...
did push 3 times,and then go down 3. I'm pretty sure i am not following the rules but do you really care? ok. getting on with it. Twice it landed on a restaurant. The third time it landed on MyGirlHannah. This is just the way i have her written in my phone, but i did want to talk about someone else so i went one up and finally... Mr. Bill.
Mr. Bill is a one of a kind, truebluegoodguy friend. He was a friend of my husbands first, until i met him, now he is a friend of my entire family. I'm not sure when the Mr. started, he probably coulden't tell you either.
Mr.Bill is something of an enigma, most of what he does is a mystery. He has never really had a job, save for halfheartedly selling his surf photos to magazines. We often wondered how he supported himself. You can find him everywhere. Everyone knows him. Some of our friends were on a surf trip to Tahiti and who did they bump into? Mr. Bill! My husband was on a trip with him one time, they were in Chile. Eating at a little outdoor cafe. My husband got up to use the bathroom , and when he came back he found Mr. Bill talking to some people he knew from California. My daughter has been taking public transportation, she said to us "Guess who i saw on the bus? Mr. Bill!" And it doesn't matter where he is, if i bake a chocolate cake he will be at my door before its cooled. i have a feeling my husband tips him off on this one.
Every one should have a friend like Mr. Bill. There isn't anything he woulden't do for us. Or anyone we know. Or anybody period. There is just one problem with this man. He would live with us if we let him. He doesn't know when to go home or say goodbye. The first time we had him over was with a group of friends. Everyone left. Except Bill. He stayed on and on. I looked at my husband (who was then my boyfriend) and he looked at me, and he saw i was ready to be alone. My husband said Good Nite Bill. Its Time to Go Now. I was quite embarrassed, i 'd never told someone to go home before. But Mr. Bill got up, stretched, smiled and left. My husband said sorry honey, its what you have to do with Mr. Bill. He told me for years he would just turn out the lights and go to bed, leaving Mr. Bill sitting there alone in the dark continuing to watch the t.v. It's just the way he is. So now, even the kids know, unless you want to miss your sleep, miss your bus, be late for work, you have to say good- bye Mr. Bill. But we love you still. always.
And now it's time for The List. I think you must answer the question's on the list using only 8 words, but maybe i'm wrong. In any case i coulden't do that, that would be too much thinking , like writing a haiku. But still for your sakes, i kept it short. pretty much.
1. Where were you 10 years ago?
In a pippi longstocking house(do you know villa villakula?, decrepit and all that, a horse and monkey on the porch?) down by the beach, newly separated, shaken , miserable.
2. What's on your to do list today?
meditate, then run in the a.m., throw in a load of laundry, go to work, go to market, bring a salad to the girls varsity for their pre-game meal, go to my daughters game, come home from game, cook dinner, eat, read, shower, have sex. that's the plan anyway. this does not include any extracurricular activities.
3. What if you were a billionaire?
i would hand it all over to my son(the one with the marketing degree, not the one who works at a wine bar) to figure out . i can't be trusted with money.
4. Five places you have lived?
California and Hawaii
5. Three bad habits?
only 3 shewww... i take one bite out of each chocolate in the box and put it back (its just a tiny bite ok?) i never balance my checkbook and i think i can read minds.
6. Snacks you like?
i don't really snack, so can i say i love, red wine, risotto and chocolate?
That's it. oh and one last thing about meme, i read somewhere it rhymes with dream.
now that's it.