Who would you like to trade places with for one month?
Responses:
- If I had to trade places with someone for a month (which I'm discovering I don't really want to do), I would trade places with someone in a Third-World country. How do they live from day to day without the modern advances that we're so used to? Is it a simpler life, and, therefore, happier? Or is the work too hard for me? The customs incomprehensible? And would they want to trade places with me?
- Okay, so this immediately opened a string of thoughts for me. Absolute first person that came to mind, for reasons I didn't quite get, was Tina Turner. Then I realized -- she's got quite the life, and it's a life she's worked hard for. Living well in France, still talented, beautiful and energetic, with a guy who adores her, a healthy body, spiritual mind, writes her own ticket which includes some non-conformity and which, seemingly, is a pretty nice and leisurely one. Since I don't follow the personal lives of celebrities, I don't know for sure but I'm pretty confident that she 'gives back' in ways that make her feel good and that benefit good causes I myself might support. And I just have a sense that she's a happy, contented person who still loves the hoopla of her marketability but thoroughly loves to be in her private world. The appeal, I think, is that it's exactly where I'd like to be in my own life right now. Balanced among a nice variety of thangs. As I thought about "who else might I want to trade places with?", it occurred to me that each fleeting consideration was a female. So I began to wonder if there were any males I'd want to trade with. Nope. None that come to mind. But I'll likely be thinking of this for a few days, and will certainly let you know more thoughts if they occur.
- Kevin Spacey's boyfriend
Song:
Love In Fear, by The Constantines
Lyrics:
On the weird winds of Ontario, came worry sailing strange and low.
And we laid under the heavy sheets to love to spite the strange winds blowing.
To lust with raging lungs.
What hangs above when we love in fear?
Don't take me to the hospital.
Don't tie me to the wires.
Just kiss me on a rooftop.
It's for us.
It's a red light flashing under helicopters of desire.
Red light: It's for us.
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