Dear bloggers and the Director of All Things Good:
What is wrong with me?
Friday, March 26
Approximately 6:03 P.M....but who is keeping time anyhow?
Starbucks, Ulsan, South Korea
The lights were dimmed to a low glow (great for the complexion), Norah Jones was mercilessly charming the moods of even the most hostile of creatures, and I was unselfconsciously nursing my soy latte as I gazed into the plates that John Doe had in place of eyes. Picture perfect ambiance for the opportunity to seize and shake out a desperately-needed-in-shortage-of-meaningful-conversation, n'est pas?
Au contraire! Cut! Stop! Take 84,000! ::Snap::...This may be the reason why I've never starred in a Chick Flick or romantic made for T.V. movie- (see Attention Deficit Disorder) (post latte see +Hyperactivity, commonly known as AD/HD or what I suspect *neuroses)
50 seconds in to this "conversation" I'm already thinking in depth about freckles. Why? Because it dawned on me during that very minute that I never gave them a thought past concealer and although John Doe was presenting an arguably interesting new perspective on claymation (see Team America) I couldn't neglect the beauty marks any longer! Knew JD wouldn't understand so I set my "uh huh, wow, REALLY?!, right" response on loop, forwarded calls to my voicemail, and embarked upon my journey of distraction.
"What's in a name?" Nothing if you know anything. Juliet was saying that she was in love with a boy by the name of Montague, but the name Montague meant nothing as we all must have a marker that distinguishes us from the other 6.8 billion friends on the planet. Words pack a lot of power (music even more so) and thus your mama can select your label and brand you based upon her own ideas, but a name does not define a person. Names only sound better than numbers and serve as one of many redeeming factors of birthing a child. However, we could all be reduced to numbers (see SSN) as a means of identification...so what really defines a person?
Call me a biased biologist, but what about DNA? Fast forward all the scientific talk to the fact that our birth marks are mapped out in our genes. Stay with me now...
Have you ever thought about birthmarks? Aside from personality, THEY are what make us more unique than snowflakes. What if the answers people have been scouring for have been on our very own skin this whole time? This could be a crazy thought, but what if there is some validity to my inquiry? This is what I came up with between all the auditory recognition:
What if our skin not only protects our vital organs but also serves as a literal map to life? Perhaps the number of years you will live, the number of children you will have, your profession, life events, your friends and lovers, personality type, winning lottery numbers, the cure for cancer-all of this plus more- directly corresponds with the number, location, size, and color of your freckle map? Whole societies have studied and mapped the stars, but what about what about our own burning bodies? It just strengthens the notion that we as a race try to understand the rest of the universe when there is so much we still don't know about ourselves! Sure, it sounds strange, but what do you think the Union and the Feds would have thought about the technological advancement to cellular phones?
Although humans have come a long way in terms of obtaining knowledge, the balance will never tip in our favor when we are competing with the beauty and compatibility that is nature. I could very well be wrong about the freckle map, but there is just as great a chance that I could be correct! Don't say I didn't tell you so!
Just something to think about ;)
What is wrong with me?
Friday, March 26
Approximately 6:03 P.M....but who is keeping time anyhow?
Starbucks, Ulsan, South Korea
The lights were dimmed to a low glow (great for the complexion), Norah Jones was mercilessly charming the moods of even the most hostile of creatures, and I was unselfconsciously nursing my soy latte as I gazed into the plates that John Doe had in place of eyes. Picture perfect ambiance for the opportunity to seize and shake out a desperately-needed-in-shortage-of-meaningful-conversation, n'est pas?
Au contraire! Cut! Stop! Take 84,000! ::Snap::...This may be the reason why I've never starred in a Chick Flick or romantic made for T.V. movie- (see Attention Deficit Disorder) (post latte see +Hyperactivity, commonly known as AD/HD or what I suspect *neuroses)
50 seconds in to this "conversation" I'm already thinking in depth about freckles. Why? Because it dawned on me during that very minute that I never gave them a thought past concealer and although John Doe was presenting an arguably interesting new perspective on claymation (see Team America) I couldn't neglect the beauty marks any longer! Knew JD wouldn't understand so I set my "uh huh, wow, REALLY?!, right" response on loop, forwarded calls to my voicemail, and embarked upon my journey of distraction.
"What's in a name?" Nothing if you know anything. Juliet was saying that she was in love with a boy by the name of Montague, but the name Montague meant nothing as we all must have a marker that distinguishes us from the other 6.8 billion friends on the planet. Words pack a lot of power (music even more so) and thus your mama can select your label and brand you based upon her own ideas, but a name does not define a person. Names only sound better than numbers and serve as one of many redeeming factors of birthing a child. However, we could all be reduced to numbers (see SSN) as a means of identification...so what really defines a person?
Call me a biased biologist, but what about DNA? Fast forward all the scientific talk to the fact that our birth marks are mapped out in our genes. Stay with me now...
Have you ever thought about birthmarks? Aside from personality, THEY are what make us more unique than snowflakes. What if the answers people have been scouring for have been on our very own skin this whole time? This could be a crazy thought, but what if there is some validity to my inquiry? This is what I came up with between all the auditory recognition:
What if our skin not only protects our vital organs but also serves as a literal map to life? Perhaps the number of years you will live, the number of children you will have, your profession, life events, your friends and lovers, personality type, winning lottery numbers, the cure for cancer-all of this plus more- directly corresponds with the number, location, size, and color of your freckle map? Whole societies have studied and mapped the stars, but what about what about our own burning bodies? It just strengthens the notion that we as a race try to understand the rest of the universe when there is so much we still don't know about ourselves! Sure, it sounds strange, but what do you think the Union and the Feds would have thought about the technological advancement to cellular phones?
Although humans have come a long way in terms of obtaining knowledge, the balance will never tip in our favor when we are competing with the beauty and compatibility that is nature. I could very well be wrong about the freckle map, but there is just as great a chance that I could be correct! Don't say I didn't tell you so!
Just something to think about ;)
