Maybe there is a jesus...

Ooh, did that get your attention? Bear with me as I recount my own version of a 6 degrees of separation story, that really isn't anything at all LIKE 6 degrees of separation, but just shows how non-linear my thought processes are. Dona--this one's for you. Friday night I'm out with a friend who picks up a pair of earrings to buy for her daughter. I say "You know those look very Edie Sedgwick/Factory era, and I know that Jessie is going to like them." Friend looks at me like she has no idea of who Edie Sedgwick is. All the way home, I can't get the images of naked Edie living in an inground pool and driving for her acid shots in an old Mercedes...or something like that, because I haven'****ched it in 20 years. Exactly 20 years. And I can't remember the name of this particular movie, and keep thinking "I'll take Manhattan." But then remember that I'm actually thinking of "First we take Manhattan" by Leonard Cohen. OK...so I let it go and for the next 48 hours walk around singing "First we take Manhattan and then we take Berlin" in my brain. After which I wonder whatever happened to my old Nico Blue Angel album... then 24 hours ago, my wireless router gives up the ghost. Again. I waste 3 hours rebooting, resetting and re-doing in general. Annoyed for the last time, I go out and buy a new router and set it up. Hit the A/A board as I'm testing out my surfing speeds and accidently hit the 'Dona Kight' link to her profile. Before hitting the back button, I see her blog address which calls to me. I hit that. Quick as a bunny, there I am at the funniest blog spot this side of the Mississippi. And what is Dona recounting for us today? Her previous night's viewing of Ciao Manhattan (CIAO! Not 'FIRST WE TAKE'. Thank you!)...which she hasn't seen in...oh...20 years. So, were I a Christian, I'd have to say that this is irrefutable evidence that Jesus walks among us. This is PRECISELY the type of circuitous logic (with a few random musings thrown in for good luck) I've heard purporting the existence of the almighty. And now back to lightening-fast-speed-surfing-trying-not-to-remember-that-the-lawn-needs-mowing...and other feats of super-human yardwork avoidance.

Hmmmm, freakiness. Actually it sounds like my USELESS ESP is somehow working in reverse. Yes, I have USELESS ESP. I've had it for years. Something will come, unbidden, into my mind and then within about 24 hours I'll find out why. For example, I'll think of some washed-up celebrity for no good reason and next thing I know they'll be all over TV for getting arrested or something. I've been known to be humming songs that are playing on the muzak when I enter the grocery store. But alas, I am like Johnny Smith. I have no control over my psychic ability. It happens when it happens! And somehow, I have transferred my mysterious power across several states TO YOUR MIND!! Perhaps it was because I was talking about you to my friend last night! YES! I told him I was fascinated by the homophones of your life. You're an atheist named CYN and your surgeon is MOHAMED ALI! Let us always remember Edie's prophetic words: The next 15 minutes take forever.

How wonderful to have found a group who knows about Edie!!!

I just had a useless ESP experience. This weekend I thought of D'ANGELO. I have no idea why. I was doing dishes and thought of that video he did several years ago in which he's like TOTALLY NAKED. I can't tell you the song. I just remember the video and that it was kinda gross. I think he had really bad cornrows which look good on NO ONE. And that's really ALL I know about the man, that he did that video. What? Ten years ago? More than that? So I just get in from my workout, crank up the computer. What's in the headline news on Yahoo? D'Angelo's been in some car accident and he's in critical condition. Fear me.

Use your powers for good, not evil. Good not evil...good not evil...

Ok, first I thought that you said that you were fascinated by the hormones in my life...gotta stop that speed-reading thing! There is this guy that I used to work with. For some reason, he had a severe issue with my using CYN (instead of typing out CYNTHIA 1000 times/day in my emails) for my name. He used to walk by and say "CCCYYYYN. SSSIIIINNNNN. Don't you wonder why you want to be referred to as sin?" huh? First of all, it's not an "I want" for anything type of situation...people have been shortening it for years when they talk to me (3 syllables being so exhausting to say and all), and now I do too in type. I once explained that since I don't believe in God, I don't believe in sin...and therefore, his reptilian remark really was moot. I don't get some people. As for Mohamed...Yeah, I was a little concerned at first about the blindness and shaking, but he did just fine. I just remember the strangest thing...waking up from the anesthesia thinking "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" over and over and over...

Edie - Cyn - the factory era - Mohamed Ali. . . . These are a few of my favorite things. And now, I run to the 'powder room' before having a laughing accident after reading this thread!!!!