Observant Musing-Curious Things
I’ve had a bit of time on my hands this week, and thus the reason for so many posts! I should be out living a life, but this week I didn’t have much of one. I certainly hope next week proves more profitable- not in the monetary sense I mean that's ok too, but in the Cha-Ching of life sense. Weeks like this leave me to my thoughts, and when I get to thinking watch out- some freaky stuff gets envisioned in my head, and is sometimes tested out (for authenticity), and then written down, and then posted, and then read and commented on (that’s where you come in), etc. etc.
A couple of interesting/curious things did happen this week that made me 1)ask myself "Why" and 2) Say, "Damn!" Let me explain: 1) I went on a site visit this week. Now, as I have commented on before, in my field, I rarely see good looking black men (or other colors of good looking men). Mountain Man was a beautiful exception of which, I have not experienced the likes of again. Poor me. Anyway, I was going to do a site visit for some potential clients.
Low and behold, as I arrived at the site, I was greeted by a rather attractive black man with one notable detraction from his looks. Mr. Man had a silver tooth. Yes, a silver tooth. Not in the back of his mouth, but front and center. I couldn’t figure out why such an attractive and supposedly professional man in his late 30’s to early 40’s would sport a silver tooth. Was this a nod to his secret thug life? Did it indicate a level of maturity not yet reached? Did some woman with a gold or silver tooth convince him that it was attractive? Throughout the site visit I pondered this and asked myself “Why?!” I really wanted to know. As someone who places a high value on a beautiful rack...of white teeth, this disturbed me. Was I wrong for dismissing Mr. Man because of his silver tooth? How could I explain that to my mom, my girlfriends, my boyfriend, strangers on the street, etc? A silver tooth and he’s not a rapper? Why?????????????? Now, I hate to dis on anyone for their personal style and taste, but I just couldn't help but express my distain for that. If I can't express it in my blog of observant musings, then where can I?
The second curiosity is this: In this vast blogosphere, I came across a blog that compelled me to say “Damn!” and wonder, is it possible to have a blog-mate, a blog-rade in arms? You know a connection in the semantic world, rather than the physical one? I’m reading up on a fellow who writes a blog, and expresses his thoughts so articulately, and with such conviction and truth (in his own special way), that whether what he says makes sense or not, I experience a visceral reaction. I think so highly of his written work, the imaginative illustrations of what he undertakes physically and of his ability to want us to be voyeurs as his life unfolds day-by-day or week-by-week, that I created a new word just for him (a sincere form of admiration- this is).
He is a Philanderpist, (n. a master at philandering) 1. A specialist, one who has obtained a high level of success, publicity and expertise from the act(s) of carrying on a sexual affair or many affairs with a frolicsome or casual attitude with the intent to increase as much as possible, his own and much of woman-kind’s well-being (see, big-girl exceptions). 2) (v. to undertake philandthropy) To do something, or someone, so as to intentionally promote the pleasure of himself and (as a by-product) woman-kind. To give support or relief in the form of sexual charity to the point it obscures sexual clarity.
I discovered said Philanderpist, through a sweet comment he made on and about this very blog. I could not help but investigate further someone who has such obvious good taste.
While I have come across many women with the gift of blog (some are listed here, more are to come) could it be that I have stumbled upon a man who lives true fantasies and lives to write about them? Damn!
Copyright 2005
A couple of interesting/curious things did happen this week that made me 1)ask myself "Why" and 2) Say, "Damn!" Let me explain: 1) I went on a site visit this week. Now, as I have commented on before, in my field, I rarely see good looking black men (or other colors of good looking men). Mountain Man was a beautiful exception of which, I have not experienced the likes of again. Poor me. Anyway, I was going to do a site visit for some potential clients.
Low and behold, as I arrived at the site, I was greeted by a rather attractive black man with one notable detraction from his looks. Mr. Man had a silver tooth. Yes, a silver tooth. Not in the back of his mouth, but front and center. I couldn’t figure out why such an attractive and supposedly professional man in his late 30’s to early 40’s would sport a silver tooth. Was this a nod to his secret thug life? Did it indicate a level of maturity not yet reached? Did some woman with a gold or silver tooth convince him that it was attractive? Throughout the site visit I pondered this and asked myself “Why?!” I really wanted to know. As someone who places a high value on a beautiful rack...of white teeth, this disturbed me. Was I wrong for dismissing Mr. Man because of his silver tooth? How could I explain that to my mom, my girlfriends, my boyfriend, strangers on the street, etc? A silver tooth and he’s not a rapper? Why?????????????? Now, I hate to dis on anyone for their personal style and taste, but I just couldn't help but express my distain for that. If I can't express it in my blog of observant musings, then where can I?
The second curiosity is this: In this vast blogosphere, I came across a blog that compelled me to say “Damn!” and wonder, is it possible to have a blog-mate, a blog-rade in arms? You know a connection in the semantic world, rather than the physical one? I’m reading up on a fellow who writes a blog, and expresses his thoughts so articulately, and with such conviction and truth (in his own special way), that whether what he says makes sense or not, I experience a visceral reaction. I think so highly of his written work, the imaginative illustrations of what he undertakes physically and of his ability to want us to be voyeurs as his life unfolds day-by-day or week-by-week, that I created a new word just for him (a sincere form of admiration- this is).
He is a Philanderpist, (n. a master at philandering) 1. A specialist, one who has obtained a high level of success, publicity and expertise from the act(s) of carrying on a sexual affair or many affairs with a frolicsome or casual attitude with the intent to increase as much as possible, his own and much of woman-kind’s well-being (see, big-girl exceptions). 2) (v. to undertake philandthropy) To do something, or someone, so as to intentionally promote the pleasure of himself and (as a by-product) woman-kind. To give support or relief in the form of sexual charity to the point it obscures sexual clarity.
I discovered said Philanderpist, through a sweet comment he made on and about this very blog. I could not help but investigate further someone who has such obvious good taste.
While I have come across many women with the gift of blog (some are listed here, more are to come) could it be that I have stumbled upon a man who lives true fantasies and lives to write about them? Damn!
Copyright 2005
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