Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I don’t want to sound shallow or anything, but when I saw the photo of Tipper and Al announcing their divorce, all that struck me was the size of their gargantuan necks. What kind of giant sequoia trunks must their offspring shoulder?
I find it better when the DNA from each parent forms complementary characteristics rather than dominant ones. For example, from my father I inherited over-sensitivity and a short temper; from my mother self-absorption. That means that while a mild insult from you can cut me to the quick, it’s likely I'm not listening.
Of course, my parents did saddle me with at least one form of gigantic neck -- a toss-up, really, between terminal, paralyzing anxiety and an insatiable appetite for blue cheese on Triscuits.
How does this relate to my new interest in bird watching? Back to the self-absorption issue -- anything that gets me out of my head is like a vacation.
Bellis introduced me to this birding group from Cal Tech, and they haven't kicked me out yet. Not when I constantly shout "Where?" to their "There!" Or even the time I said, "I don't see anything but an old crow."
Or maybe they did kick me out, and I just wasn’t listening.