As you may or may not know, I am a scientist that spends loooooooong nights in the lab wearing a really cute lab coat and hip glasses kind of like Meg Ryan in City of Angels and I am relieved to say that I and my team of special scientist assistants are, at last, ready to reveal our findings regarding what Kim Kardashian and Kanye West will most likely name their child:
3. Kapitalism (boy only)
4. Kitty Kat
6. Kris Kringle
10. Ken (girl only)
I know it would seem like there should be some things that, no matter where you are or what you’re doing or where you live, there should be certain things that defy time. Like, if you’re 55 you can still like listening to The Bee Gees or if you’re 75 you can still cry the blues about the price of milk—-these things will not take away from your overall credibility.
HOWEVER, there are a few things that DEFY THE DEYING TIME RULE regarding sustaining credibility and these are the Top Five:
1. Wearing leg warmers
2. Playing the song Muskrat Love by Captain and Tennille at a dinner party
3. Having Jean Nate as your favorite fragrance
4. Humming, at any time of the day or night, Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by WHAM!
5. Quoting Jonathan Livingston Seagull
You Are Your HooHa,
Betty Be Yourself Except If It Involves That
I would never admit this but of the many gazillion things, places, books, poems, people and trees that have assisted me in keeping my wits safely in my noggin, The Clouds and Sky are right up there on my list of almighty preciousness. The way they interact and mingle, without taking anything personally. The way the sun allows the clouds their pervasive nature, still maintaining its blinding presence.
I think they are the perfect couple. The way they just let the other be.
Forever since I can remember I’ve always made it my business to know what The Clouds and Sky are up to. What do they have on their agenda for this evening, I think, hoping for a brilliantly mysterious choreographed show.
The sun goes away and the clouds pass over. The clouds whistle and dance across the sky and my heart pumps out the lyrics of whatever it is they are saying. The two of them together raising some sort of hopeful ruckus, reminding me, pursuing me to remember, urging me beyond all reason to know that there are a thousand ways to be covered in your mother’s arms.
Yours In Reading Into Things,
El Grande Sapita
Sometimes on Saturday, after a morning spent barking from the balcony as if we were the manifestation of espresso and General Patton combined, we like to take a little break from being a mental patient and indulge in a little romantic body twisting on some of our favorite blankets, making sure to flash our most snuggly expression toward the one who’s been screaming SHUT-UP! in our general direction for the better part of the last two hours.
Please Forgive Me I Know Not What I Do,