Talking with Monica today, two asides come to mind, one is "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach" and the other is an artist, _____________ Indian? or from a country in that area, Nepal? He feeds people at art shows. Or did; that was his thing. Come into the gallery and there's a big table of food, not posh, or plush or even polished and nothing on the walls.
The whole show was on the table for your consumption. We all know cooking is an art and it's called 'culinary' but this was different.
Connection is the word I'm thinking of and I'm not implying any condescension or implication of bamboozlement, flim-flam or fraud. What I AM implying is that we connect on needs. Give/take, haves/have-nots.
Wow, just now, Priscilla, homeless pretty young girl I've interviewed came by here. She was with another guy, smart guy.. I could tell because he wears glasses but also because his gear was smart and contained.. earlier today I wanted to give him a quarter and he didn't give me that look so instead I said "nice vest" and he said thanks. Anyway, those two just came by so I went outside to ask her if things are good and she walked with him and they went in the shelter across the street. I walked toward them and it could have been good, but I held back and let them go in.
I read the body language and it wasn't about who's fucking who, that's not at all the point. That happens when it needs to and if that's that, that's great, but I'm just curious of her situation because she came in my place to see what's what. The guy is nice and we'll probably be friends if he's over there for awhile.
Anyway, my eyes have opened to a new kind of person and this is the kind of person that towers in human understanding over you.
This seems like a good ending for this afternoon's blog post.
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