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Emily Grossman

The Arrival

April 20, 2006 at 5:00 AM

From afar, it came today, just like I was told it would. I knew I could believe in them because they never lie. Although I’d envisioned how the scene would unfold, the reality of it was something I could never have been prepared for, no matter how much I had anticipated it.

When I first laid eyes on it, I didn’t know what to make of the unusual fixtures all over the front. What could be the purpose of such contraptions? Certainly, that light across the top did not wave as a peaceful beacon. No, It was a sinister shade of red and rather hypnotic. On the left side, I saw something that resembled a large speaker, perhaps for communication purposes. I don’t know what possessed me next. Gingerly, I extended my hand with my index finger pointing.

It spoke. Whatever it was inside the vessel was trying to tell me something. Concerned, my dog approached, and I blocked him with my arm. “No, Ben, stay back!”



From Julie C.
Posted on April 20, 2006 at 5:09 AM
I thought that was an alien spacecraft, until I realized it was your metronome. LOL
From Dan Winter
Posted on April 20, 2006 at 7:01 AM
Haha, I'm so glad you've got a working one!

You're quite the character, Ms. Grossman.

From Carley Anderson
Posted on April 20, 2006 at 10:12 AM
Ha, ha, ha! So, it came, eh? I looked at the picture, and after a moment or two of squinting, realized that s/he (your metronome) is a cousin of my Sally Seiko. :P What's his/her name, Emily? Maybe Sally would remember him/her.

[/craziness]

[BTW...that's a joke...I haven't really named my metronome. I'm not quite as obsessed as Emily, I suppose.]

From Jesus Contreras Espada
Posted on April 20, 2006 at 4:15 PM
looks pretty! :)

Mine's name must be Toshiro or Takeshi. My teacher brought him from Japan. I love my metronome soooo much :)

From Gabriel Kastelle
Posted on April 21, 2006 at 4:26 AM
When I lived in Alaska, my dog was named Ginger (true!), and I used to touch things benly.
From Gabriel Kastelle
Posted on April 21, 2006 at 4:26 AM
When I lived in Alaska, my dog was named Ginger (true!), and I used to touch things benly. Or is that ungingerly? Unbenly?
From Emily Grossman
Posted on April 21, 2006 at 4:57 AM
You touched them "benly." Ben can carry an eggshell without breaking it.
From Linda Lerskier
Posted on April 21, 2006 at 8:03 PM
I thought it was a car and it had run her precious over. My bad. Muahaha!

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