Brains!

So I went to Venice beach today, I guess that’s something to write about. There's so many people infesting the beaches here, and the heat was sweltering. But I'm getting a sandal tan, my favorite kind.

You know when you get pictures back and you say to yourself "Is that what I look like?" That happened to me today.

Also I was sent to buy fish food for the pond, and in the store I wandered around looking at all the tanks. I knelt down to look at what must have been a Garibaldi. It stared me down. Its forehead jutted, out and mouth opened and closed grossly. It just sort of floated there like an orange astronaut in space. It’s eyes were dead to me, if you asked me what it was thinking I wouldn’t be able to tell you, because that’s the sort of eyes fish have. Cold marbles. Anyway it got me thinking I suppose about eyes in general and how much they can tell about a person. What they are thinking, if they are lying, if they’re flirting, if they’re nervous. I find I am usually enamored with people’s eyes and I think it’s the cause of a lot of my attractions to really random peoples. I wonder sometimes what my eyes are doing-who they are flagging down or shooing away. A lot of people have told me I express a great deal of emotion on my face, and my eyes are like the centerpiece. Generally I’ve been told I look anxious, insane or pissed off. I suppose I scare a lot of people away then. Although recently, having moved to northern California my facial expressions have softened. I can tell because I find my self-walking around smiling. It’s because everyone’s so damn nice up there. Everyone’s hello-grin whats up-grin. I swear if you smiled at some schmoe down here you get nothing but snooty surprised looks. I guess it suits the city well. Its so sprawled and things are so distant from each other, its only natural for its occupants to be the same way.