May 15, 2005

So because the Flink is dedicated to Janis this summer, I put up some nifty kindof psycedelic wallpaper thanks to Squidfingers. I am listening to my friend Ciscos music. The song is called Mow Down Mr Wrong Hoedown. I want to know, Cisco do you love the magnetic fields? This is the third time I have listened to this song.. it's pretty great dude. If anyone wants to listen it's here.

Lyrics of course;

They say the grass is greener till you have to mow it down, so raze the two-inch forest - stake your tennis to the ground. Cover it in concrete, cover it in snow. You took a showhorse and you made him plow. You took a showhorse and you made him plow. You took a damn good man and you made him crazy. Cover it snow, then cover it in "I don't know."

I was riding my deteriorating bicycle and stopped at a light when I noticed a mom standing with her daughter. The daughter was probably about ten years old, she had some chubbiness which meant a growth -spurt (remember those -what an awful way to descibe it) was not far off. She had on pink pedal pushers and a white tee-shirt with a palm tree and a knot on the side. She was wearing long red feather earrings and her running shoe clad feet were about two sizes to big for her body like a puppies.

She was doing a dance for her mother, waving her arms in a beyonce -esque way and a short hop skip step, shaking her hips a little and stepping forwards, earrings swinging. Her mom watched her, and I realized that part of love is just paying attention.

This blog is also dedicated to that girl, and to dancing for your mother, or for anyone for that matter, and not being afraid.