I tell a story of a professor who told a story of a friend who went to parties dressed in all black save for one red thread. She had sewn it into her thin (probably merino) sweater, above her left-hand shoulder blade with one light interior knot, invisible to onlookers. The remainder dangled for an inch or two, clinging in curves with friction to the wool. It was a bright red--it drew attention--what my parents call "see-you-comin' red".
When those with a native disconnect need to network, introductions can be impossible. They couldn't help but come and touch her.
What I'm interested in is the way the lock-up held on for dear life--traveling bit by bit onto MySpace. That--and the addition of her perfectly-scaled quotes.
Those of us that have wandered over while smoking a cigarette, waiting for a car or walking the dog, have known its name--342 Eldert--our incubating alter ego.
oops. i saw the link JUST as these comments were loading and i thought to myself, please please let that be something new and not something you missed... awe!
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