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and I to read. Here's a snippet:Skinny Dipping
Picture this:
It's a balmy Friday night in darkest Wisconsin. Bullfrogs are bleating. The fireflies have gone disco. Loons are doing that crazy loon thing. You know, that Yma Sumac vibrato?
Suddenly the sky is like marbled with lightning. Silence. It starts to rain, but it's a soft, warm, kindergarten rain. I'm standing on the pier, palming a few drops. My ass is feeding mosquitos, despite the inch-thick mantle of DEET I've applied.
Someone suggests that we all tear our clothes off and risk electrocution by swimming. Since I used to be a stripper and all, you'd think I'd be game. You'd think I'd whip off my T-shirt and plunge into the water like a Naiad, whooping with glee and lofting my rigid, dripping nipples toward the waxing moon. Nope.
I am a prude, dudes. I am shy. In point of fact, I can't stand being seen naked unless I am:
a.) being photographed
b.) being tipped (preferably ones and fives, though I'll accept grander denominations)
c.) fucking, and even then I'll leave my cowboy boots on. And I won't look you in the eye.
You can find her blog here and on the links to the left.
Addendum: Upon further reading, I find this post.
"I fucking love people!"
I just shouted that at my computer screen.
Just as I'd lost faith in the Internet as a conduit for authentic human expression, I got a MySpace message--something quite simple, an appeal to sign a petition condemning PepsiCo for changing the taste of Diet Mountain Dew--that flooded my heart with love and optimism.
God bless you, Internet.
Stay the same.
Glad to see we weren't the only people on the planet who weren't thrilled with the "Tuned Up Taste" when it first came out. Back to the reading......
