My name is Lilac.
It used to be Hilda but a wise Native American Medicine Man told me
it was really Lilac so I changed it that same day. Some people think
I'm, like, weird or something because I had no proof that he was a Medicine
Man. But when you're extra-sensitive you can pick up on those things.
And even though he had a beard, I sensed something in his gait--the
proud way he pushed his shopping cart across the street. He also told
me I was three-fourths Cherokee. I was flabergasted. My family had never
said anything about being Cherokee! I suppose they feared being discriminated
against, having just immigrated from Norway. I believe in forgiveness,
and harmlessness, so I've dropped the matter and never bring it up when
I'm at the family reunions, even though my brothers Tor and Henrik have
a suspicious loyalty to the Cleveland Indians and the Washington Redskins.
But enough of that. As long as you understand that I'm a really highly
evolved soul, free of the bondage of ego. OK? Gooood.
I believe that some people who visit the cafe could just gag with the
constant fawning over computers, e-mail and wwww, or whatever all that
silly stuff is. Well, I'm going to, like, make this small part of the
Cafe a haven for computer-phobes and luddites and everyone who agrees
with me that this computer thing is just a fad. I'm going to burn smudge
sticks and cleanse this room of evil digital spirits. Go ahead. Laugh
all you want--I get them from someone who's, like, way more advanced
than most people, except maybe me.
I forgot to mention that my full name is Morning Dew Upon the Lilac--but
we're all family here. You may call me Lilac.
Peace and back to the Luddite Lounge. . .