Cut and Paste
Somethings get lost in translation
posted by Melminda at 8/01/2005 11:14:00 PM
Monday, August 01, 2005
About Me
- Name: Melminda
- Location: United States
Once upon a long time ago, I was:
"Butterflies, moonbeams, zebras and Fairy tales".
Now I am:
Mayflies (Mosquito-eaters), Comets, Elephants and Documentaries.
When I was 17 I lived in "Highgrove" Riverside County, California. Every weekday between 4:00 - 6:00 PM the traffic would be gridlocked on Iowa Avenue. Up the road at the main intersection there was a row of homes. Flats, really. One story flat roofed homes. One of the homes had a lot of junk and rusty cars all around it. A pair of mid to large sized dogs had climbed the piles of junk onto the roof and they stood there barking - incessantly - at the traffic waiting on the light. Those dogs just standing there atop their house of what looked like worthless junk barking (bitching and moaning) at people on their own paths, doing something, going somewhere, became a metaphor for so many people that stand on their own pile of crap spending their energy barking at and about other's that are mostly inconsequential to them but unfortunately close enough to be noticed by them. We all have probably been a roof dog at one time or another, some briefly, some incessantly.
A woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the decency to thank her. -- W.C. Fields
"I thought I might be gay.... until it was my turn" --Melinda Marinko
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