Monday, August 13, 2007
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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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I asked my Graceland tour guide to explain why Elvis's middle name was rendered "Aaron" on his grave but "Aron" on his displayed birth certificate.
She immediately assumed a posture of both shock and offendedness. She was nonetheless well prepared to give me a rehearsed and very defensive-sounding answer that included something like "and none of the conspiracy theory people know what they're talking about." She made it clear she had no intention of entertaining other questions on the subject.
Wow. I had no idea I was stomping on a nerve. I just thought there might be an interesting explanation for the different spellings.
Later I learned that some conspiracy minded people claim the different spellings prove Elvis is not really buried there, and hence not really dead.
So if you ever go to Graceland again, be sure to bring that up!
it will be the first thing i ask, i promise.
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