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Personally, I couldn't live with dead stuff around. There's this big old beached whale skeleton hanging from an overhanging ceiling on one of the university sites at Cambridge, every time I walked past it'd make me shudder a little. Who needs a giant memento mori at nine in the morning?
Heck, peacocks are pretty domesticable. I'd just keep live ones.

I am going to be an undertaker when i graduate, and I have noi problem with dead tings. To be honest, my favorite artist is a taxidermist.
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Plus, Joanna seems like an Oscar Wilde-type character. i think she has the peacocks because they are beautiful.

I'm an aesthete, too, I just don't think dead things are ever beautiful.

why am i no surprised? i think there is a sort of dark beauty in a well preserved corpse.

I just think about how much more beautiful even the ugliest person is when they're still full of life and thoughts and not just a limp object. It's the same with taxidermied animals - a bird capable of hopping about and flying and showing off the vibrancy of its feathers or its austere majesty is infinitely more beautiful than one frozen in a failed imitation of life. The only thing uglier than a caged bird is a dead one.

But this has left relevance far behind. Maybe we should have a thread in The Fray?

Pretty sure Joanna has mentioned a fascination with taxidermy in interviews before, and that she sort of collects it? I'm fascinated by taxidermy, but I'm not sure I'd want to own it. It's sort of creepy, which I think is what causes my fascination.
I also remember hearing a radio interview where she said she had a lisp as a child and that's why she over-pronounces words sometimes? Because she was very self-conscious of it? Something like that.
I think she was playing that interlude in this song for possibly the whole tour, but maybe Tampa was the first time she played it correctly? I know she played it in Tallahassee the night before, but she looked like she was having difficulty with changing the pedals or something. It made me really nervous because the harp just seemed so heavy and unwieldy and I thought it was going to fall over and crush her! But then in Tampa she explained that she had never been able to play it correctly live, but then she did! But anyway, I think it was pretty ballsy of her to play something that was giving her trouble on national television! That could explain nerves. And Dave making stupid jokes.
I liked the dress. Reminded me a little more of back in the day.

Jordan~ wrote:just think about how much more beautiful even the ugliest person is when they're still full of life

wow!

Yea, I'm of the dead things are disturbing boat. I was a vegetarian for 7 years before I became preggers. I don't buy meat (my husband is still vegetarian) but I eat it when I'm out. I figure I'm sustaining another life (breastmilk) I shouldn't be a lazy vegetarian and push my ideals on my son.

I couldn't have dead things around.

Without being too proselytising, as far as I'm aware you can get everything that's in meat elsewhere with a little research and effort. I don't bother because it's only my own health I'm neglecting.

I really wish I had the time and energy. Honestly, I currently do not have time to take a shower everyday.

...even before, when I was a vegetarian, I was a lazy unhealthy one.

Don't get me wrong, we eat plenty of beans, soy, boca burgers. But still. Lazy.

I eat soup and sometimes pizza. I also smoke and drink. But I'm young and, consequently, immortal, so I don't have to worry about it.

I have been veggie since I was nine, but I have a morbid fascination with death. Joanna said she collects bones and teeth which reminds me of Marilyn Manson). I almost put one of my own dreadlocks in the doll I made Joanna, but I though that would be way to creepy. I am going to be an undertaker because I am an artist at heart, and embalming is equal parts art and science. I think Joanna likes the way that the fleeting beauty of life becomes permanent with good taxidermy. I treat my body poorly, too. My problems with SI are not healthy, and I only ever eat carbohydrates. I used to be a lot worse, but now the 'rents are stuffing me full of vitamins.
Plus, a wise necrophile once said "there's nothing better than cracking open a cold one".

Am I crazy or did she once in an interview, thank the cow for his life before eating a burger?

I dunno, I think death completely destroys the fleeting beauty of life beyond redemption. The beauty of life is that it's alive. A stuffed dead thing is little more than a gaudy bauble, a sad fate for something that was once so much more. It objectifies what ought not be objectified, commoditises it even.

I've told my children a number of times that when I die, to have me cremated, and then mix the ashes with clay. From that, they can have dishes made so I can be with them for dinner every evening.

Every time we pass the crematorium, my gran says, "That's where I'm going." She's done this for as long as I can remember. She also tells me I'm getting her ashes whether I want them or not.

I'd like to vanish like a Jedi.

I don't want to be cremated because I'm terrified of fire and the thought of my body being burned up bothers me. I'd like to be buried, deep in the earth. Every time I think of it, I imagine the smell of soil and it's calming. I know, I'll be dead, it won't matter, but from this side, I think decaying into the earth sounds lovely.

..the cold earth. I can smell it too.

The burning body reminds me of Scrooged.

I want to be cryogenically frozen as soon as it's perfected, dead or alive.

If I let my fears get in the way, well, I just wouldn't die. I don't like being burned, and I don't like being confined in tight places, and I don't like to be too cold, and...what other ways are there to be 'disposed of' after death? Anyway, what happens to me after death matters little or not at all. I won't be able to enjoy any of those wonderful things we do to the dead!