1 : an idea, belief or belief system, or pattern of behavior that spreads throughout a culture either vertically by cultural inheritance (as by parents to children) or horizontally by cultural acquisition (as by peers, information media, and entertainment media)
2 : a pervasive thought or thought pattern that replicates itself via cultural means; a parasitic code, a virus of the mind especially contagious to children and the impressionable
3. An idea that is spread from blog to blog
So basically, the "U Got the Look" meme is a game where you search your manuscript for the word "look"and then post the surrounding paragraphs.
Here are two. The first is from my girl book the second is from my boy book (aka the nano novel--so cut me some slack on the second one).
I flip through my algebra book.
There is nothing good in here.
Even the pictures are boring.
At least biology has good pictures.
Mrs. Gentry writes equations on the board.
I’m bored and I don’t want to fall asleep like the kid on the row in front of me.
He is skinny.
Like, not-enough-food skinny.
He drools on his notebook.
Mrs. Gentry writes equations on the board.
I get up to sharpen my pencil.
Then I remember I have a mechanical pencil.
I sit back down.
“Did you have a question, Sophie?” Mrs. Gentry stares at me.
A few of her gray hairs stick up.
If she stuck her tongue out right now, she would look just like Einstein.
Too bad there aren’t any pictures of him in our book.
“I just needed to sharpen my pencil,” I say.
Fail. Why couldn’t I come up with something better?
“Well, go ahead then. You’ll need to write down all these problems for your homework today.” Her voice is screechy.
I stand up. But I still only have a mechanical pencil.
Mrs. Gentry turns back to the board and writes more jibberish.
Maybe she’s related to Einstein somehow.
“You dropped your pencil.”
The boy—the brown boy—who sits next to me holds out a pencil.
It’s not mechanical.
I take it and walk to the side of the room.
The sharpener makes a growling whine and I am sure that everyone watches.
I sit down and slide the pencil back to the boy.
His name is Rex Levi. He writes his name on the top of his papers in all capital letters.
He has brown hair and brown sugar eyes.
I turn to a blank page in my notebook and write, “Thanks.” I slide it toward him.
He looks at it, then at me.
He smiles kind of half way and doesn’t show any teeth. Then he winks at me.
2. After they take their bows and the crowd dissipates I decide that now is my chance. I walk up to where the dare devils are just standing around, talking and laughing and slugging each other’s shoulders.
“Hi, guys,” I say and I try to act cool.
“What’s up RyCry?” Brody says.
I grit my teeth and clench my jaw. “Listen, guys, I want to be a dare devil.”
“You what?” Wyatt says, not because he didn’t hear me, but because it’s stupid. Even I know how stupid it is for me to try to hang with the cool crowd. But if I’m ever going to be a stunt man, this is the way to really launch my career. He taps Kevin in the chest. “You hear this kid?” He says, almost incredulous.
I straighten back my shoulders. “I want to be a dare devil. So, what do I got to do to get in?”
They stare at me with open mouths. Okay, well, only Kevin’s mouth is open, but maybe that’s just because he sort of always has that gaping, puzzled, look on his face. Brody’s straight lips curve into a smile.
“Okay,” Brody says. “If you can meet the challenges, then you can be a dare devil with us.”
“Dude,” Wyatt says. “We can’t let some pussy like him be a dare devil.”
Brody puts his hand up. “Excuse us for a minute,” he says to me. He puts his arms around Kevin and Wyatt and they all turn their backs to me. They talk low enough that I can’t hear them. I wait nervously.
They turn back around and Wyatt says, “Okay, RyCry, we’re holding our annual dare devil try outs starting next week. Be there and we’ll put you and whatever other dingbats through a series of challenges. You meet all of them and you’re in.”
“You got it,” I say. “I’ll be there. See you guys later.” I wave my hand at them, turn around and run toward Zach and Maddi who stand by the drinking fountain waiting for me.
“Yes!” I yell as I reach them. “Yes! I’m going to be a dare devil.”
“Just like that?” Zach says.
“Well, not exactly,” I say. “I’ve got to do a bunch of dares first, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve been planning on trying out all summer. It’s in the bag.”
Now to tag a few people :)