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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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1:23 p.m. - 2003-01-11
I just finished reading the entries the folk on my buddy list posted in the overnight. It’s both wonderful and terrible how so much stuff is universal. This one is having the same fight with her spouse I had with mine not too long ago. That one is mired in self-doubt and frightened by the future. Me too! A third was trying to prioritize and finding it difficult. Yup. While still another was lonely and mourning over things gone missing. I hear that! It reminds me of when I worked at the kaleidoscope shop. One style of scopes we sold were called teleidoscopes. Instead of fancy bits of stuff to look at, teleidoscopes have a lens on the end. You look through a teleidoscope like a regular telescope, only the image is refracted by the mirrors in the barrel so whatever you point it at becomes kaleidoscopic. We had an enormous variety of people come through the shop. Tourists- foreign and domestic, old, young, artsy types, locals, church groups, bikers, you name it, we had them. And no matter who they were or where they were from, when they figured out they were looking THROUGH the teleidoscope every one of them did the same thing. They’d point it at whoever they were with and the other one, giggling over being “scoped”, would stick a tongue out. The universal reaction. It happened EVERY TIME! Blue haired old ladies, solemn Japanese, stuffy Muffy/Biff types, honeymooners, all sticking their tongues out and waggling them at the lens. It always made me laugh. It also brought home to me that people are people no matter their age or nationality. Palm thatched hut, castle in Bavaria, 4th floor walk-up in Bensonhurst, doesn’t matter where home is, what language is spoken, what color or sex we are, when it comes down to it, we are all the same inside. We all doubt, love, get scared, worry, exult, hate, laugh. Right now in the Amazon basin there a woman hurting because the guy she’s crushing on doesn’t seem to notice her. In Sierra Leone someone’s laughing over a big burp. In Finland there a couple getting naked with each other for the first time and are so excited their hearts are pounding. Nobody is above wondering if they are good enough, if they are ugly or weird, if what they do matters. Nobody. Hackneyed? Clichéd? Yes, but also true. Every cliche` is based on truth. Thus endeth the profound portion of today’s entry. In other news, I went out last night! Left my house! With make-up on! I’ve been reworking my “look”. I’m bored to death with being a fat frump. To hell with being quiet. So what that I am almost 40? If I can’t be hip, I can be a dotty eccentric. My New Year’s resolution is to become a crazy old bat. Last night’s outfit was a black turtleneck, black jeans, my Christmas ProKeds, an ankle length brown wool reefer coat, and a bowler hat. Only a cowboy hat has more cachet` than a bowler, and I went through my cowboy hat phase a while back. It was time for a new signature hat. The bowler is a fairly recent addition. I bought it a couple months ago at Hot Topic. It was part of their “A Clockwork Orange” collection. I bought it for a few reasons. One, I’ve always been a hat girl. I like hats and look pretty good in them. Two, “A Clockwork Orange” was the scariest movie I ever saw. I figure I can exorcise some Malcolm McDowell demons if I wear his hat in the name of fun and goodness. Three, I have always wanted a bowler. Bowlers are just cool. OddJob, Patrick McKnee, Mr. French, who would remember them if they hadn’t had bowlers? So add another bowler hatted immortal to the list, that wacky cripple, LA the Sage. With a nod to J.K. Rowling, today’s Pick: “The Sorting Hat Song” 'Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me...’
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