If you’re not a Kurt Vonnegut fan, you may not understand the meaning of my blog’s title, “Bugs in Amber.”

Do not fear, Liv is here to clarify!

Well, first of Kurt Vonnegut is an American author who was born on November 11, 1922 and died on April 11, 2007.

He’s writing focused on satire and science fiction. He was a humanist and “honorary president of the American Humanist Association.” He  was a soldier in World War II which greatly influenced his novel Slaughterhouse-Five (which everyone should read and like it).

Thank you, Wikipedia.

As for my blog’s title, the phrase “bugs in amber” is a reoccurring theme from Vonnegut’s book Slaughterhouse-Five.

(as Billy Pilgrim is captured by Tralfamadorian aliens)
“Welcome aboard, Mr. Pilgrim,” said the loudspeaker. “Any questions?”
Billy licked his lips, thought a while, inquired at last: “Why me?”
“That is a very Earthling thing to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because the moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”
“Yes.” Billy, in fact, had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three ladybugs embedded in it.
“Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”

“All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.”

Both excerpts were taken from Chapter Four of Slaughterhouse-Five.

Basically, “bugs in amber” illustrates that time is continuous and fate is out of our hands.

All we can do is take each moment as it is, and enjoy it.


1 Comment

  1. Meggie Dee said,

    December 27, 2009 at 11:43 pm

    i love you! and count me as one of those weirdos who will creep on this blog and occasionally check back to see if you’ve made any updates. so, make updates! so i can have some creep material. creep, creep, creepity, creep.
    you are special and deep and all things wonderful and quirky, in the most great way possible. i would keep a blog and try to be as cool and articulate and witty as you, but i prefer to slave away in my journals, get hand cramps, take a whack at different styles of handwriting, and occasionally get mad and dramatically rip pages out of my unsuspecting and ever-patient journal.

    i love you, best fwiend. and keep this thang up! you gots a good thing going.

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