July 19, 2004
Interesting, if not beautiful
Here is the first of my attempts to transform eye irritants into something more pleasing.
An examination of the current theme might be a good place to start. Why all the irritation about things that "spoil" my view? As a child, I definitely spoiled my mother's view, in that I wasn't quite what she had in mind when she conceived of a little girl. Though I must say, I did try very hard to be a better sample, thus developing a whopper of a false self . She could not fully appreciate my creations, and did her best to improve them. I felt annihilated, but believed it was a good thing, as did she.
And what lurks in my shadow self as a result? My inherited intolerance of the creations of others, making the assumption that my tastes and preferences are superior to theirs. A rather destructive one-up, one-down stance which stops energy flow. Do I reallly want to keep that in my bag of tricks? I don't think so.
"Hunky" was my mother's operating word for the crassly unacceptable. (When I googled "hunky", I came up with a studly crew - she definitely did not mean that kind of hunky, although she might have considered them hunky in quite another way.) Pierced ears were a good example of something hunky. (I just got mine pierced two years ago - when, within forty eight hours, I lost two of my most important earrings - one flushed down the toilet, the other dropped down an elevator shaft. I took it as a message from the universe.) Breast feeding, although done for health purposes, was also hunky. Hunky was "foreign", with a big dose of class discrimination.
So good for this kid who spent his savings on plump plastic that floats, and painted all his own advertising. He had an idea, and he's working hard to manifest it. Sure beats watching TV all summer.
Remind me to go rent a kayak. They are probably untippable too .
Posted by Dakota at July 19, 2004 08:29 AM