Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Nothing Found In Nature
Once a friend of mine and I got lost going to Detroit's Mexicantown, a two-block strip consisting of an excellent bakery, a few Mexican restaurants, and various stores selling candles and sundries. When I mean lost, I mean for almost two hours. My friend drove, and I put on make-up. It's always like that -- I don't like to waste time in my house putting on my "face" as my elderly babysitter Betsy used to refer to the process, and I find that putting on eyeliner while going over bumps relaxes me. By the time we made it to the restaurant that day, I resembled David Bowie in his Ziggy Stardust incarnation, and even though it was in the day and we were only going there for tamales, we ended up ordering beautiful flourescent-colored margaritas, the bright green color of candy, nothing found in nature, and we sipped deeply from them and found solace there. When I pushed myself away from the table to go to the restroom, I was drunk enough to think I looked great in three shades of eyeshadow that sparkled in the light coming in from the high window. Alas, when I woke up from the nap I took when I got home to sleep off the drink and the exhaustion of what should have been a fifteen minute trip that took hours, I noticed how everything had run together, like a child's watercolor.
For years, I never touched make-up, never thought about it. In the same way I used to tout my feminist ways by not wearing a bra (at barely a hundred pounds during that time, no one even noticed the "political" statement I was making), I didn't want to change the way I looked. I also eschewed sunglasses, sun lotion, or any self-protective measures besides carrying a gun. But times changed, and I changed and started wearing make-up for fun. I'm not an artist and have no creative aspirations save for the page. I can't make things beautiful like many of my friends, can't grow things or cook. And sometimes I need a face to meet the faces, a face that is like my own, but different. I still do my make-up when someone else is driving and in this way, my landscape shifts as I passively watch the miles go by as someone else decides where we are going and how fast we will get there.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The man is fiction; the mask is real." Paul Theroux
Drinking dvd suggestion: Sopranos (Sixth Season) is out! I have been a very good girl and Santa delivered with the box set.
Benedictions and Maledictions