Monday, August 01, 2011
the end of obscenity
I was well composed today. High heels that didn’t hurt. Long swingy black slacks. I packed a lunch from home of items that would soon expire unless rescued orally by me. I put them in a recycled plastic bag from the book shop, in which they fit perfectly. Thrift is a complicated operation, both to execute and to pronounce. I felt so put together, like a colorforms figure – a sturdy piece of laminated plastic decked out in tidy vinyl. Then in the train station I saw a lady with one arm, and it occurred to me that if you are born with six fingers on one hand, you no longer have a middle finger.
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I don't know why, but that entry hurts. You should have stopped at the one-armed I'm image & not gone for a weak save ... maybe a scuffed baseball instead, tossing it up and letting it drop. Back to more drugs for me.
Thanks,
The D
Sorry 'bout the I'm in there. Typing on a phone fooks up sometimes.
The D
Why do we all -you, me, everybody- call the finger next to our index finger our middle finger? Most of us have four fingers on one hand, so only people with five (or three) fingers and one thumb have a middle finger.
Hell, I sound pedantic! :)
According to Wikipedia, the world record holder for the highest number of digits is a boy named Akshat from India. He born with 7 digits on each hand and 10 on each foot, making a total of 34 digits.
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