Sunday, March 24, 2013
it's the little things
I just love dimmers on light switches. They feel truly Late-20th Century. They let everyone play 'director' or 'gaffer' or is it 'best boy'? Just how much light do you want to shed on this situation? You know what... don't tell me. Just show me. Turn that dial. My roommate is watching something in the other room that sounds like a major cultural event. Somewhere. I don't know if it's live or not. He is watching it on a screen. It could have been dvr-ed. I know the Superbowl passed already and I don't think it's Grammy time. (Is it Grammy time?) It's more musical than the Oscars and has more young fans cheering than most sporting events. Maybe Justin Bieber is playing catch or zip-zap-zop with Rihanna and every time they feel good about something they sing a little bit and the crowd goes wild. As crowds do. What it must feel like to be part of that crowd? I'm imagining a lots of tank tops and skinny girl-ish elbows and too much mascara and glittery eye shadow and purses filled with secrets.