Dinosaurs and Peaches* Redux
Stamped: August 18th, 2005 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: friends and losers, unfunny.
This is an ode to being Superorganic.
I am many things. I am human. I am a woman. I am a mother. 
I am a daughter. I am a friend. I am a winner and a loser. I am greater than the sum of all my parts.
I smile, sometimes. I am known for certain things. I am expected to react in certain ways. I am admired. I am disliked. I am often misunderstood. I get nervous walking down stairs.
The layers of who I once was and who I am now are both unexpected and predictable. I am adaptable. I am unsettled and reactive. I read books and bite my lips.
I am greater than the sum of all my parts.
* Along the Bricco’s slopes are rows and rows of vines. I know them, I have seen similar rows in my day. No doctrine of numbers can say if they are in ascending or descending order. In the midst of the rows—but you have to walk barefoot, with your heels callused, from childhood—there are peach trees. Yellow peaches that grow only between rows of vines. You can split a peach with the pressure of your thumb; the pit comes out almost whole, as clean as if it had been chemically treated, except for an occasional bit of pulp, white, tiny, clinging there like a worm. When you eat the peach, the velvet of the skin makes shudders run from your tongue to your groin. Dinosaurs once grazed here. Then another surface covered theirs. And yet, like Belbo when he played the trumpet, when I bit into the peach I understood the Kingdom and was one with it. The rest is only cleverness. Invent; invent the Plan, Casaubon. That’s what everyone has done, to explain the dinosaurs and the peaches. -Foucault's Pendulum
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Comments
From the tone of this drunken, wildly introspective post, I think someone got lucky last night on her date.
But are you lying topless on a bed near a hat and some sandals? That’s the real question.
Neil: I’m the luckiest woman I know…and the date was fab.
Justin: You silly, that’s not a bed, it’s my sofa!
:)
enjoyed reading that. glad things are great!
Just passing through, I’m liking the blog by the way.
Haha, Justin man. You beat me to it.
Well, since I no longer have anything funny to say, I will simply have to figure out if that’s a mole on your right side of your stomach, or just a weird anomoly…
That was lovely, just what I needed to read today. Isn’t it pleasing when the happy hormones give us that extra creative writing kick in the pants?
Pauly: That’s actually the remnants of a siamese twin I had removed some years back.
Beautiful Meme.
Thanks Lauren, Meg, HC and Kristine!!