See this?
It's my Year of the Horse Swatch Watch. I got it for myself to celebrate my very special birthday in the Chinese sign that I was born under (no, I'm not Chinese, but let's let that go for the moment). It's too big for my wrist, but I love it and wear it as often as I can.
What's the problem? It ticks. Loudly. I keep it with the rest of my everyday jewelry on the counter in the dressing area, where I sit and do my makeup and general fussing. Each day I sit at the counter and hear the ticking. It is rhythmic, as you would expect.
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Without being able to hear it, I'm sure you cannot make the connection. These are the words I start singing with it:
"Turned away from it all
Like the blind man
Sat on a fence, but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why? Why? Why?"
Recognize it?
Yep. I'm continually Under Pressure.
What song do you get in your head the most? Or have I opened a box you'd rather not look into?
"The notion that such persons are gay of heart and carefree is curiously untrue. They lead, as a matter of fact, an existence of jumpiness and apprehension. They sit on the edge of the chair of Literature. In the house of Life they have the feeling that they have never taken off their overcoats."
- James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times
- James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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