Thursday, January 8, 2015

There were a lot of people there...

   People were talking about going to see a Famous Musician. The capital letters were in their inflection. It was an exciting event that one needed tickets for.  I was unsure of my work schedule and told you so. WE were unable to commit, at that point in time. How that morphed into "Do you still want to go to listen to the pianist and singer Di Blasio Friday night at 8 p.m.?" Didn't Chomsky write about "manufactured consent?" Please do not try to Noam me, Noam and me are pals in the struggle, even if there are some that question his lack of curiosity about specific subjects.
   I never indicated a preference, so you made up an feeling for me and that's great if it works for you. Just try not to be disappointed again when your fantasy me comes up short again. I tend to prefer my own company on most evenings. Especially when school starts and Capitalism dictates that if I am nice to people I can have some money for behaving. There is a balance. There is an inevitability about having a schedule which chaffs me like a loose piece of rubber in an undergarment.  Specifically, it rustles my bustle.  I wear a bustle to highlight my man boobs, my decolletage.
   Another problem I would like to highlight is just exactly what WE means. I was a little miffed by the knowing look exchanged between your namesake and me when the topic of sex came up at that same party. I know that you have no control over the knowing looks of people who share your name. The look implied carnal knowledge. So she doesn't "get" who we are and maybe that's just another case of a woman hearing what she wants to hear instead of the intended message. A lack of clarity. Claro.
  Perhaps crystalline clarity is too high a standard, but that is the standard I attempt to eschew.  With words like decolletage and eschew, what could be clearer? The world changes with each breath. I meant it when I sang "Crosstown Traffic" to you in my classroom.  But in the interests of clarity, it would be unfathomable, a remote happenstance. Sorry that those terms do not transfer well into this culture and that people make assumptions about patterns repeating themselves. I am an outlier. I thought that was clear.

               (song lyric of the day) blues riff...

   I'm an outlier baby, i said I thought that much was clear
   I said im an outlier baby, i thought thay much was clear
            but what you heard was "outlaw",
                               and thats what brought you near

  An out li ar is statistics
  and statistics are used to lie
  and that is why there are so many cop drones in the sky
 
 you can not grow that plant,
 you cant brew more than beer
 im choking on all the freedom
 that Ads say you enjoy here

 Im an outlier baby
 an out and out lying
 snake of a man
 and im out to love any
 slow moving hottie that i can

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