Monday, November 15, 2010

11.15.10

Eep! It's been a while.
Raunt
Call me sexist, but male bikinis just don't work. I mean, there's tmi and then there's TMI and males wearing bikini bottoms (aka 'speedos') are the TMI that hurts. I'm currently in Miami, land of the equal opportunity bikini ... if ya'knowwhaddImean. I've see too much hair, too much volume, too many shapes, and too much cleavage (and I'm not talking on the top half of the bod, although there's all'dat and some), too much well, information, and it ain't pretty. Especially all lined up on the beach. Little soldiers, take your marks! But, IMHO, no, no, no, well proportioned body or not (but particularly not), bikinis need ta'say 'bi-bye' as far as male swimwear goes.

Rave
Hugs from a 3 year old. There's a simple vivaciousness illustrated by 3 year olds that isn't 'quite' there at 2 and is gone by 4. It's a freedom that seeps out from their heart and passes along through their arms into their hands ... like a high voltage line. If you're lucky enough to be loved by a 3 year old, get right in the way of receiving that "seepage" and see what I mean. From their heart and hands to your soul the energy flows. A current event of epic proportions! I love hugs from 3 year olds!