A Friday Five

Here's a Friday Five. Hey, I know it's Sunday. Sue me. It's not like anybody reads this anyway. There were two posted, I liked this one better. The other was about dreams and ambitions. I have none. I'm a slug.

You're stranded on a deserted island. Somehow, magically, you knew to bring the following five things to make being stranded somehow bearable.

1. What form of entertainment would bring with you (eg: a certain book or a badmitton set)?
The obligitory Lord of the Rings. Next would be a radio.
2. What tools would you bring with you?
Hammer, Ax or hatchet, saw, Leatherman Wave, Hand drill and bits. Sharpening stones
3. Who would you bring with you?
My first thought was to sort through various friends and lovers. Then my mind wandered, and started thinking, One of the Bush twins, cause they would be sure to: a) have alcohol with them, and b) get rescued very quickly.
5. Name one grab bag item you would have with you (anything you want).
Five? It's out of order. Hmmm. I don't know. Sunscreen? So many possibilities. Oh I know. An oil well, cause sure as shootin' Dick Cheney will be sure to invade me for my oil before too long. I say Cheney because the Shrub ran an oil company that couldn't find oil in TEXAS.
4. Name one thing you simply couldn't live without on the island.
Ok, here's four. Can't miss any, it says five right there in the title. To answer:
Books. maybe radio.

Getting ready soon for Ns going away party. On a 103 degree day. May not stay long. I'm taking some pound cake. Don't know how much I'll drink. Maybe I'll take some of my own too.
I've been re-reading N's blog archives from the begining. Quite a task, she's been blogging since '02. Interesting seeing her develop in her own eyes. Soon that'll be the only way to keep in touch with how she's doing in life. I actually had a dream about her last night. Strange enough that I remember the dream, since I don't often remember my dreams. I'll post about the party later.
For todays link I was going to link to a version of the Havamal that I love, but the link is broken. It was the Havamal for New Yawkas. oh well. Here is the original, translated by Bray. For those not up on their Norse sagas, the Havamal is a collection of poetical advice for the everyday viking. My favorites:
75.
Cattle die and kinsmen die,
thyself too soon must die,
but one thing never, I ween, will die, --
fair fame of one who has earned.

76.
Cattle die and kinsmen die,
thyself too soon must die,
but one thing never, I ween, will die, --
the doom on each one dead.