For example, I like old-school Madonna. Never really noticed that before.
Also, I’m surprised to discover that I’m a total city girl. I didn’t know that. I wouldn’t have guessed that. I was raised to think of myself as a country girl. I can make rope out of yucca plant leaves and navigate by the stars. I can quilt. I can treat a horse for snake bite. I’ve cooked with stuff from my own garden and given the leftovers to my chickens. I guess I took it for granted that I’m a country girl, and that if I left it for long, I’d miss it.
This has not proven to be the case. I have not found city people to be any less kind. I think there are just as many animals in my new neighborhood as my old one, and I don’t just mean because I brought them. Skyscrapers towering over me doesn’t feel suffocating, I actually like feeling so small. The dial of solitude is much more finely tuned here, I can be exactly as alone as I want to be, no more and no less. There are sidewalks, and nobody spits on them. I like the airplanes flying overhead. They make me think I’m ever so close to darting off someplace. Although sometimes one will rattle me awake at night, so loud that I have to put my faith in the blinking red light on my neighbor’s house, that the plane is not going to actually land on me, but then I thought the same thing about monster trucks back home. I wonder at times where I got the idea that the city wasn’t a healthy place. I don’t think The Big Bad City is corrupting me or making me more materialistic. Although I do brush my hair more.
Speaking of that, I have polished up a bit. In my old neighborhood, it was perfectly acceptable to go to Walmart in your PJs. (I once saw a woman wearing nothing but a shower curtain.) In my new neighborhood ….. well, there is no Walmart. And you put on lip gloss if you wanna sit on your own front porch. I always said I had no style, that I only liked outlandish things, but now I think it was more a case of the country never really being ready for someone like me.
And I think the city and I bring out the best in each other.
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Old school Madonna is way better than her “chameleon” persona of present day. Sure she has to change with the times, but there was a time when Michael Jackson was “Bad” and that was a good thing.Now both are just “Bad”
also you live in a great town, and it’s not all that big. …Americana’s finest.It’s downtown is metropolitan, safe, and interesting enough for all to enjoy…
and remember this…the Monster trucks come by once a year.
I highly doubt they’ll come down India Street. It just …….. wouldn’t be seemly.
They could go the wrong way up Ash and launch themselves into the park…Anything…ANYTHING is possible!
They’d never fit under the Little Italy sign.
I think you’re a world girl.
Thanks, but I think I only like places that make me feel small.
I always liked your style
Yes, you were always ready for me.
Incidently, I love your style. I’m a little gay for you.
old school madonna so was better.
most definitely.
you know, madonna and i share a birthday, how rad is that?
That makes her more rad.
I especially loved that aqua blue (or maybe they were green) beaded necklace you wore once in awhile. It looked just the right amount of antique.
*smiles* Actually, I had a blue one and a green one, and they were made of twisted and dyed magazine paper, by women in poor areas of Africa.
http://www.beadforlife.org
I loved them!
Spread the word, they’re not just jewelry, they’re a good cause.
Where did you get it?
I bought mine a craft show or something, but you can order them online.
I agree with Cols, you could fit in everywhere in the world.
*giggle* Thanks.
this post took my breath away. Or maybe it was the smog from living in a small town in the Central Valley? Nah, I think it was the beauty in your words.
Explain to me again why a small town has smog?
Because we live right over L.A. but right under Fresno in the valley which means we get all their shit. Sucks being the armpit of the valley.
but really, this post really touched me.
Touched you in a naughty place?