so remember in jurassic park when jeff goldblum says "life finds a way" (& then it turned out somebody used frog dna & sure enough, a butterfly farted in tiannanman square & so forth, right?) riiiight. anyway.
i find a way.
notice the modem perched from the three inch long phonecord. notice the hairbrush holding up the upside down plug because that's the only way i can have the modem & the puter both plugged in (it was complicated, okay?)
reptiles don't need frog dna. we just find a way.
fuck i love earthquakes.
never underestimate the power of an audience.
showed up at my kid's school with my new neon coiffure & came away glowing at the sensation, from the double takes to the kid who actually came up & had to touch the hair, to the kid in the maybe third grade sporting full leather who admired both the hair & the shoes, showing me his own docs & asking if i had any that high (10i from the looks of it) & i had to say no, but i have some 8i's at home. & the kids from the bus yelled from the windows & i waved & by then the day had turned all the way around & reminded me ...
[sometimes exhibitionism means a different sort of shameless]
flasback: when i was fifteen i was an exhibition square dancer. this may be a little different than the downhome hoedown the words square dancing might conjure in your mind. think satin & sequined halter dresses with the shortest possible poufy skirts & (yes we put our asses out there when we danced) elaborately choreographed routines involving much-practiced lifts & spins & gravity definitely got a workout when we danced.
now i was then as i am now, not a tiny girl. at one hundred thirty whatever, i was a bit of a challenge at times to my partner. we had a performance scheduled at the oakland auditorium, in front of a convention sized crowd, & were performing a brand new routine in brand new satin outfits in front of six thousand people. the routine went off flawlessly, nervously but flawlessly, we were breathtaking i assure you, although you had to be there & you were not so you will have to take my words. & at the finale, we were lined up in a row, twelve couples one by one doing the "bottoms up" lift which involved the girl kicking up under her partner's arm, coming to rest with her hip on his hip & one leg pointed perfect at the ceiling, the other bent. my parner & my fat ass were first, meaning he had to hold me there for a full sixty four counts. & as we did our lifts we revealed, yes our asses, & written across them on our not-at-all substantial matching knickers, the name of our group (the stardettes, with a star on each end).
the standing ovation lasted all sixty four counts as the applause & the voices saying 'woo' & things of that nature swelled in volume & according to my partner i did not weigh anything at all at that point in time. gravity didn't stand a chance.
