writing in bed 4 more public thought.
This post may need a good dose of Ritalin, so, beware.
Looking back at this time last year, I trace these memories with a weary metaphorical hand, to gaze upon the distinction between then and now. For example: plucking my eyebrows differently. Annnnd I am kidding. But honestly, it is strange to [without interruption] just sit still and take in the knowledge of how much my life has changed since 2005. Beyond that really, but let’s not go there.
I CALL THIS ONE, DISSOLVING GIRL - BLAH BLAH BLAH
I’ve been snacking on goldfish all night. Turning my head, perhaps too quickly… at noises that were provided by unseen forces. How wonderfully paranoid am I this morning? The crazies would say: ”Not enough, m’lady!” To which I’d reply: “Get out of my head!” And crudely mumble, “Those assholes.”
That only made sense to me, of course. :)
Well, enough of that noise - let us talk of the pretty people. And speaking of the word pretty, I just got hit with a left-field visual of Muhammad Ali dancing around the boxing ring in his signature taunt stance, provoking his opponent with “I’m so pretteh. I’m so pretteh. I’ll hit cha so hard, your children will be born bruised!”
What a legendary God in the ring that man was. People of his nature are like precious stones: not often found, but never, ever… forgotten. Yeah, what ever, I just made that up so sue me.
Some great quotes by Mister Ali [rebelman style! LOLZ] before I move on:
“Superman don't need no seat belt. “
- Comment to a flight attendant, who replied: "Superman don't need no airplane, either."
“If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize.”
“I'm the best. I just haven't played yet.” - When asked about his Golf game.
“I wish people would love everybody else the way they love me. It would be a better world.”
“Got nothing against no Viet Cong. No Vietnamese ever called me a nigger.” - Upon hearing the news that he is to be drafted
“Fifteen referees. I want fifteen referees to be at this fight because there ain't no one man who can keep up with the pace I'm gonna set except me. There's not a man alive who can whup me. I'm too fast. I'm too smart. I'm too pretty. I should be a postage stamp. That's the only way I'll ever get licked.”
“The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.”
“I am the greatest. Not only do I knock em out, I pick the round!”
“When you're as great as I am, it's hard to be humble.”
“To be able to give away riches is mandatory if you wish to possess them. This is the only way that you will be truly rich. “
“Wars of nations are fought to change maps. But wars of poverty are fought to map change. “
“My toughest fight was with my first wife.”
“People don't realize what they had till it's gone. Like President Kennedy - nobody like him. Like The Beatles, there will never be anything like them. Like my man, Elvis Presley - I was the Elvis of boxing.”
“Eat your words! Eat your words! I am the greatest.”
That enough quotes for ya? Good, because I’m quuuuuenched, folks. To my man Ali, up there, you are sorely missed. In the words of Forest Gump: “and that’s all I have to say about that.”
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Her Majesty Queen Rania Al Abdullah Of Jordan was to be my next topic of discussion because as I was awaiting my turn at the gynecologist appointment I had yesterday for a much anticipated [and mighty fucking painful] IUD insertion -which I’ll bring up later- I happened to actually pay attention to the Oprah episode, airing on their wall-mounted Telly.
The theme: The youngest queen in the world. The facts: Young [duh], beautiful, intelligent, forthcoming, business-savvy, a proud parent of four, never a fashion victim and committed to not only her own kingdom, but the lands beyond.
… thus the show’s clever title, “Women Changing the World”
Of the splendor that is Queen Rania’s reign, it is undeniable that her stake in Royalty will survive history as being nothing short of honorable and most certainly regarded in the highest value of admiration. But I speak of her as if she’s already passed, which is not the case.
By the tender age of Twenty-two she was already on her way to conquer the corporate staircase, having ascended it [since] with a respectable finish from business school, and leaving in her path a butt-load of success. Most of these successes [post-marriage] would bloom from her commitments to a myriad of different charities; the benefit of the victims of land mines being one, for example - while the others, too long a list to include, mold her into a BEYOND suitable role-model for women today and for the women of the future.
Gorgeous, GORGEOUS girl… and I was pondering how nice it would be if girls would idolize her instead of the likes of, well, I guess Britney Spears.
Honestly, I speak highly of her because of the research, though sparse, that I’ve done. I think even if there is an ugly side to this enchanting Queen, that I would shrug my shoulders to it because, quite frankly, anyone who has to endure the perks of Royalty, the bullshit that most definitely goes with it, the Jordanian and Palestinian Government [for Christ’s sake!] and all the while seems virtually unfazed… is O.K. in my book.
Anyway. I am off to bed. I’ll add more to the memory outlook tomorrow with pictures I never showed y’all, or maybe I did and forget. Who the fuck knows. I’ll also explain a scary torture method called an IUD. Fuckit and goodnight. I want to play poker, professionally, 'cuz i rawk at it. Much love, all & stay safe.
Virtually Yours,
Alexis