Imagination - Preview of Life's Coming Attractions

"Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions."  ~Albert Einstein

I came across this quote this morning and it made me smile and laugh cause everyone knows how wild and crazy my imagination is and how it is open 24/7 in my mind. I could never decide whether an imagination like my own was healthy or not.  I'm not sure that's gonna come across correctly.  What I mean is, I spend much of my day in my daydreams, in my imagination and how much of that is unhealthy in terms of not living in reality?  I mean, don't get me wrong, I do spend a whole lot of time in my reality.  I have to.  There's no way to avoid it.  I'm a burn survivor and a particularly hard to heal burn survivor and I'm reminded of that every minute, every hour, every day.  But even spending those times in reality, I'm always living in my imagination seems like.  It's almost like part of my brain is living in reality while at the same time I'm living in my imagination for a type of escape when I'm unable to escape through sleep.  It's weird. Like they're happening at the same time.  As a psychology major, I am always interested in behavior and the brain which makes my second career (if acting doesn't work out) in the BAU unit in the FBI a very good choice.  So I wondered, what part of the brain is imagination responsible for since I'm all over the place with it in terms of, I'm always high on imagination, kinda like Jack White is high on awesome (inside joke between Mike Leventhal and I :) Right Mikey?).

So I did some research and it of course, as I suspected, we can't really tell yet.  What we can speculate on though, is that many different parts of the brain are involved in imagination because of the different types and aspects of our imaginings.  All we can really say is that a lot of the work of most sorts of imagination is involved in perception, which is a very large part of the brain.  However, there is one thing scientists have found in their research and that is when one is using their visual imagination (also known as "seeing things in their mind's eye") the occipital cortex, which is responsible for the information coming from our eyes, works particularly hard leading scientists to believe that this is where most of the visual imagination takes place.  Makes sense.  But makes me ask, isn't all imagination visual?  In other words, when we use our imagination, aren't we always using visual imagery?  What other kind of imagery is there?  Physical imagery?  But I would venture to think that even physical imagery is accompanied by visual imagery.  That visual imagery is like the favorite call girl to the high paying client (sorry to use such a crude reference but it's quite true).  But research has shown that is not necessarily so.  All they can really say is that when doing research on people who are using their imagination, most all of the brain is at work.

So back to Albert Einstein saying that imagination is the preview of life's coming attractions, that it is "everything."  I honestly don't know what to think about Einstein's idea of imagination here.  I mean I really want to say that I totally agree, cause really, Ok, I do.  I'm a huge on imagination.  I think it's highly important for a lot of things from our work to our play.  I think it should be highly valued and as children we are encouraged to use it, but unfortunately as we grow older, it is discouraged and only used for games and in the arts (artists/actors/cinematographers/directors/etc).  And I find that discouragement of imagination and the encouragement of "living in the real world" as we become adults sad.  Of course, we have to face reality but having an imagination is important to our lives, too.  I have a little over-board imagination that gets a little, ok, a lot, crazy and wild sometimes but as I've posted before, sometimes it's these daydreams, these fantasies, these imaginings that perk up my day just thinking that they could possibly be.  They give me a smile thinking about them.

I'd love to think that Einstein is right, that imagination is the preview of life's coming attractions cause man, my life would be FANTASTIC! Absolutely KILLER!!  So, for today, I'm gonna let my imagination go and believe that Einstein is right and that my imaginings of marrying Jack White, having a little Isabeau Georgia White and Willem (or Jagger) Jack White and maybe even more, taking care of my family as they took care of me, and having my dream acting career, winning at least one Oscar and and at least one Golden Globe and living a healthy happy life with the man of my dreams, the family of my dreams, and the career of my dreams is the preview of my life's coming attractions.  Aaahhh....there goes my imagination as I just typed all that down and as I'm typing now, there's a smile on my face just imagining those things that could be.  That could be.

Comfortably Numb

"THERE ARE TIMES IN LIFE WHEN ONE JUST BECOMES INSENSITIVE TO ALL ADVERSITY IN LIFE.  THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL WHO AT ONE POINT IN THEIR LIVES HAVE SUFFERED FROM DEPRESSION, GRIEF, ABUSE, HURT IN ANY WAY, BUT REMEMBER IS UP TO YOU TO SEEK THE LIGHT EVEN WHEN DARKNESS SEEM SO COMFORTABLE"


Boy, do those words hit me. Hard. It happens to me from time to time and all too often to be truthful. Like the words say, there are times in life when I just become insensitive to all adversity in life and the darkness gets comfortable. I just become, comfortably numb (Pink Floyd). There are those times that I've written about where I just cry and cry and I find it amazing as the tears fall off my chin and onto the pillow or into my hands or onto my shirt, that I marvel at how many tears I can cry. But then, after that much crying, after awhile, I can't cry anymore and I'm just insensitive to everything. And I don't mean I'm insensitive to things like my friends or my family. I'm always sensitive to them, to anything that's going on with them, to any problem that's upset them. What I'm insensitive to is myself, my situation, my life, my accident. It's like I don't care anymore about any of it. I just go through the motions of the day without emotion, and there really aren't much of any motions to my day. Even if I think about those things I mentioned earlier, no tears come, no anger, no sadness, no frustration, just the feeling of being numb and the comfortableness of the darkness that has put it's blanket around my shoulders. It's like no one's home inside my soul. Like Pink Floyd said, "hello, is anybody in there."

The last part where it says, "But remember it is up to you to seek the light even when the darkness seems so comfortable." For anyone who knows what's it like, REALLY like to be truly depressed or hurt or in grief, that darkness that surrounds us becomes comfortable, and you know what I mean, you know that feeling. It fills our homes and it most horribly fills our hearts and souls and our minds and it's so much harder to get back up on your feet, to seek the light, than to just stay where you are in that darkness of depression or hurt or grief. Darkness is powerful. I would even go out on a limb to say it's more powerful than the light, whether you take that in happiness vs. depression or good vs. evil or God vs. Satan. It's so much easier to just succumb to that darker side. It truly is. It is the lighter side that takes courage, strength and bravery. But that is not to say that people who have been sucked into the black hole, the Bermuda triangle of the dark side due to depression are not courageous, powerful, or brave. They just need help. They're going to have to do the most work and that's the hardest work, but they need help along the way. They are drowning in the darkness of depression and they need a buoy thrown out to them to keep them afloat or someone brave and courageous enough to jump in after them and be there with them and help them out. But in the end, it is me who has to get back up on my feet and find that light, shrug off that blanket the darkness has comfortably snuggled me up in. I have the hardest work to do. But it's always helpful and a wonderful warm and loving feeling to have someone(s) to reach their hand(s) out to us and grab hold with a strong grip that says, "I won't let go of you and you'll make it, my friend. We'll do this together."

Wise Words From Two Champion Tennis Players

From Wimbledon 2008, Federer vs. Nadal....

Rafa: "If you can dream and not make dreams your master."

Federer: "You can wait and not be tried by waiting."

(Rafa Nadal and Roger Federer...two HUGE tennis competitors but after matches and off the court they are wonderful friends and a blast to watch together.)

These two quotes are from a poem called, "If" by Rudyar Kipling and it's beautiful.  I posted these quotes on Facebook today because I said I was going to "dedicate today to Rafa" because he's defending his championship today at the US Open against Novak Djokovic whom Nadal lost to in Wimbledon and has in fact lost to him five times.  So I was watching some videos of Rafa both old and new and had to watch this particular video on the Wimbledon match in 2008 (when I became a Rafael Nadal fan) Federer vs. Nadal cause it's a great video and it just gets you so pumped up over tennis.  And they both say those two pieces out of clips of conversations either after the game or before with the press or a private interviewer and they really touch me deep in a place that I'm not even sure where it is.

Let's talk about Rafa's first: "If you can dream and not make dreams your master."  Now that's quite the opposite of what's been engraved in me and many other people in that dream and reach for the stars and don't let anything get in your way has been what most every parent tells their child, right?  And to me, if you listen to Rafa, I guess that kinda sounds like you're making dreams your master.  But Rafa here is saying don't let them be your master.  Is he perhaps trying to say that there are other things in life that are just as important if not more important in some things?  That we shouldn't always be focused on our dreams because we may miss important and beautiful things along the way while we're working so hard.  I think he has something there.  You can dream and dream big and reach for the stars, but don't let those dreams become your master that enslave you to such hard work that you miss out on all that life is, things that are beautiful in life and in the world because the dream has given you tunnel vision on that dream.

Now Federer's is maybe my favorite for a certain reason: "You can wait but not be tried by waiting."  Wow, that one really strikes a chord with me because from previous posts you know that I've described and identified myself with being a gypsy, always on the move in all aspects of my life.  And sitting here in this house, it just feels like I'm waiting and waiting.  Waiting for more surgeries, waiting for that final surgery (not FINAL final) that allows me to get on the move again, be independent again, chase my dream and reach for the stars.  Now I don't of course mean final final surgery, just the surgery that allows me to be independent again and then I'll of course continue with more surgeries for the rest of my life.  Besides the dis-figuration and dependence that drives me mad, the waiting, oh my god, drives me CRAZY!  I have never been a really patient person when it comes to certain things.  I'm relatively patient with people (except stupid people) but there are some things that I just don't have the patience for and the situation I'm in, is one of them and it requires all the patience in the world.  So when Fed says, "you can be tried but not be tried by waiting," makes me want to be strong and not let the waiting crawl under my skin where it gets to me and then makes me want to crawl OUT of my skin.  To not be tried by waiting...now that's a feat when you've been in a similar situation as mine.

I must be able to wait but not be tried by waiting and dream, but not make those dreams my master.  Wow, that's a lot to try to do.  But if I'm gonna make it past 29, I gotta think about those kind of things that wise people like these two say, even though they're very young they've been through a lot with their hard work to become professionals and win championships.  And what they said struck a chord with me this morning.

The link to that GREAT wimbledon '08 youtube video I watch to get pumped up for tennis. Seriously, watch.
Greatest Match EVER: Wimbledon '08, Federer vs. Nadal

A Little Time To Let My Soul Breathe

"In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time."  ~Edward P. Tyron

I got out of the house for a short weekend trip up to stay in a cabin up at Emigrant Springs campground.  And it was much too short.  I needed to be out there much longer.  My soul needed to be out there in the fresh air, connected to mother Earth, the Universe.  My soul needed to be out there to just be able to BREATHE!  Lately, I have been under abnormal stress and emotions and health issues so it just felt good to get away from everything, including (somewhat) being "plugged in" all the time.  Yes, I know, I was plugged in for quite awhile on Saturday but that was only because of the US Open tennis matches!!  There were two HUGE matches that day and I had to watch both of them.  And it took almost all day.  But have no fear, when my phone didn't need to charge from the battery being drained dry from using the internet so heavily, I was outside with the slight breeze in my face and hair and the sun shining gently on my skin.

It was just really a great weekend, or couple of nights I guess cause we went down Friday afternoon and had to come back this morning (Sunday).  I really needed to stay there longer but I'll take what I can get right now I suppose.  We all got along, which was nice.  We got there Friday afternoon and unloaded into our cute li'l cozy cabin and then just relaxed for awhile.

(Our cabin - C1)

 (Front porch of our cabin)

(The single room inside the cabin - double bed on right, twin/double bunk on left)

(The little coffee table that sat to the right when you walked in. The whole cabin was 

open to the outdoors with four windows)

(On one side of the porch we had a stove/oven and a little pantry)

(The picnic table area over to the left of the cabin with fire pit and BBQ)

Saturday, we kinda slept in, got up around 7:00 - 7:30am and made a fire.  This is my favorite time of camping with the fire warming you up as you sat in a chair drinking coffee and possibly reading or just looking at the peacefulness around you.  Then of course, my tennis started and I was trying to watch it live on the US Open website but it would never load so I just listened to it on the US Open website radio which worked fine, but not the same as watching it.  But I was able to listen while we played a couple games and just enjoyed ourselves.

(Playing the great game, Ticket To Ride)

(I won, he he...)

It was around this time that I had a late idea: why not look for a tennis app that would allow me to stream the games live! Yes!  And there was a US Open site that got me right to streaming the game live, just in time for Nadal vs. Murray.  All right!  Why didn't I think of this before?!  And it was around this time that my parents started to get tired from the heat and just that tiredness from camping.

(Yup, that's my Spanish luvah Nadal, and he totally kicked ass and won)

(Mama and Pops laying somewhat awkwardly, taking a nap mid-day while I watch tennis)

Later that evening, after my tennis was over, we just continued to be.  Relaxing, each of us doing something different from my dad and mom reading to me switching back and forth between reading as well as cross stitching and then sometimes drifting off into my thoughts while being embraced by the love I felt from the Earth and the Universe.  There was a lot of time this weekend that I had to think and I did a lot of it.  I'm not necessarily any better off, I'm still in a dark place due to a lot of reasons, but at the time, I felt better, more free, like my very soul was fantasizing about the idea of sprouting wings again one day and flying away to be the gypsy that I am. 

"May my soul bloom in love for all existence."  ~Rudolf Steiner

But I was sitting outside Monday morning, warming by the fire and drinking coffee and thinking, I'm kind of an odd mix of a girl.  I grew up with nature - hiking, camping, rock climbing, running trails, biking, etc. - but I'm also quite a city girl.  I mean, when I moved to New York City, it was a shock yes, but more of a culture shock than lots of buildings and cement and lots of people walking really fast everywhere kind of shock.  I got used to New York, the way people were, the layout of the city, the subway system, how to avoid street vendors so as not to get caught in their web, how to bargain with those same street vendors and most importantly, how to keep myself protected.  Somehow, never growing up in a city larger than La Grande (12,000 population), I wasn't naive about anything.  But then, sitting there in front of the fire, everything comes naturally to me out here in the forest, too.  So I never know what to call myself, a country or city girl.  I'm just both I guess.  If I had it my way, I would of course be married to Jack ;) and have my acting career and we'd have our two homes in Nashville, one of which is on a big piece of land which is Jack's main home and then he has a farm house in Franklin, Tennessee but then I'd have to have my ritzy apt. somewhere in Greenwich Village (aka west village) in New York City, too :)  What a life to dream for, right?  Maybe someday, someday if I make it that far....

"Never made agreements...And I won't back down cause life's already bit me."

"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known."  ~Dr. Carl Sagan

New Jack White Autographed Item - Added To My Collection

I couldn't be higher on life right now.  Now to give you a background, I have been to a White Stripes concert when I lived in NYC in '07 at Madison Square Garden and simply put, IT WAS AWESOMENESS!!!  I also have a few collectible items...I have three, now THREE with my newly arrived item today, Jack White autographed pictures - two of them when he was with the White Stripes and are also signed by Meg White and my latest is an artwork picture signed by Jack White as well as all Dead Weather band members.  I also have a pair of his drumsticks that he used live during the Letterman show in 2010 as well as two of his used guitar picks (the idea behind my first tattoo), a Dead Weather pin, and a signed CD by everyone in the Dead Weather including Jack.  Awesome, right?  But I also have a few other things, not autographed though.  I have all the White Stripes albums on vinyl (as well as itunes) and both Raconteurs albums and both Dead Weather albums on vinyl (itunes, too).  I have two White Stripes totes, one of which is out of print and you can no longer get it and a Third Man Records tote and like, I don't know 4 or 5 White Stripes shirts.  That is just a few of the things I have that are relevant to Jack White but I have so much more that I'm not even gonna get into cause I'll get carpel tunnel.

So today, I received the best of all my autographed items.  It is an artwork item that someone did and it's super cool.  It's like a shack, with all four band members drawn on there (and you can definitely tell who's who) with clouds above the shack and it's raining down on them because their name is the Dead Weather...so they made it bad weather.  he he...good thinking.  Then all Dead Weather band mates signed it and I bought it at an auction.  I spent the bank on it but I had to have it.  It was unique.  This wasn't just a picture of the band with their autographs, this was a great piece of artwork with their autographs. With it came a Certificate of Authenticity as well.  Here it is:

Killer and beautiful, right?!!!  Man, it's amazing.  I love you Jack White.  You're my guy and you always will be.  You are infinitely talented and just genius and intelligent and funny.  Hope I get to meet you someday, ideally hang out with you for a day, and even more ideally, marry you :)  <3 you Jack.

Here's the link the the live Letterman show (which was just blocks away from where I used to work in NYC) and the drumsticks that I have:

Dead Weather Live At the Letterman Show in NYC

I Really Am A Gypsy

This should so be the theme song of my life going all the way back to the beginning of high school then particularly in New York City and if I continue on with my life, my life will continue to be lived along the lines of this song.  I have always just been "gypsy-like" in the way that I lived in every aspect.  I was never capable of attachment in relationship, I was always just "one of the guys" and I never realized if someone liked me cause I thought we were friends and were just playing around!  Then I was just plain stupid when it came to realizing if someone liked me.  All my life, I've just expected or demanded or asked people to just go along with me, come with me wherever I go even if they don't have the promise of a full commitment from me.  That was a major problem in my life and in relationships.  In New York City I was a total gypsy in every way possible.  I have constantly been hurt (emotionally) and always found a way to "sew the pieces back on" and get on with it, get over it. I have also hurt A LOT of people completely unintentionally because of that very reason.  Also the lyrics, "I never made agreements, cause I'm a gypsy, And I won't back down, Cause life's already hurt me," as well as one more, "Scars remind us, just how far that we've come," REALLY speak to me.  That is until I had my accident and now I'm having a bit harder time doing that cause of the anger I harbor.  But it's funny, I'm a rock 'n roll girl man!  My theme song should be some kind of rockin' out song like maybe even Journey's, "Don't Stop Believin'" and maybe that's my second theme song cause after all, I always did want my life to be a musical so I gotta have more than just one song, right?  So it's funny the song I really identify with is a fucking pop song by fucking Shakira for Christ's sake.  The song I MOST IDENTIFY with is of course a song written by Jack White for his band The Raconteurs: "You Don't Understand Me."  Well, Read the lyrics carefully, they are exactly me throughout my whole life.  P.S.  Helps a little that in the video, my Spanish tennis baby Rafa Nadal is in it but that's not why...seriously, it's the lyrics.  I'm all about the lyrics in every song.


"Gypsy" by Shakira


Broke my heart
Down the road
Spend the weekend
Sewing the pieces back on

Crayons and dolls pass me by
Walking gets too boring
When you learn how to fly

Not the homecoming kind
Take the top off
And who knows what you might find

Won't confess all my sins
You can bet I'll try it
But I can't always win

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a gypsy
But are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me
I never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't back down
'Cause life's already hurt me
And I won't cry
I'm too young to die
If you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy

('Cause I'm a gypsy)

I can't hide
what I've done
Scars remind me
Of just how far that I've come
To whom it may concern
Only run with scissors
When you want to get hurt

[Chorus]

I said hey you
You're no fool
If you say 'NO'
Ain't it just the way life goes?
People fear what they don't know
Come along for the ride (Oh yeah)
Come along for the ride (ooohhh)


Music Video to "Gypsy"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3-GiVIE8gc&ob=av2e

Cycle of Life is Backwards - I'm Back for a Short While

So, here I am again every body.  I am posting again.  But I don't know how long it will last.  I am still undecided as to what I'm going to do with my blog whether I'm going to make to "invited readers only" or delete it alltogether. But the whole point of making my blog public was for people to find it, read it, be inspired by the real words that I wrote because they are in some kind of situation like I am, find it thought provoking, real and true and I met a lot of people through it and became good friends with them who then became great supporters and visa versa.  If it hadn't been public, that would have never happened.  In fact, one of my top five friends right now, Mike Leventhal, is just one of those people who stumbled upon my blog and we talk everyday, mostly about Jack White cause we both share a passion and love for him :)  But we also talk about other things and he's always checking in on me, seeing how I'm doing.  Many of my friends do that, I'm just using Mike as example cause he found me through my blog.

But I wanted to talk a little bit.  After that incident after my last blog post, I went off the grid for awhile, I stayed away from Facebook, I closed off my blog and hid away in my room cause it only caused worse problems in my home which I did not need.  This person, though I am grateful they cared so much to call, obviously didn't know me so well and didn't think about something and that something was they called late at night!  So if I was going to commit suicide, that post was done in the afternoon so I probably would have done it by then and then when they called, my parents were HOME WITH ME!!!  So, if there was something wrong, the police would have already been called by my own parents.  So that pisses me off a little.  ONCE AGAIN, DON'T GET ME WRONG, I APPRECIATE THE CARE THIS PERSON SHOWED.  They just didn't think.  That last post I understand would worry a lot of people.  It was quite graphic in describing my own suicide, but that was not the intention if you REALLY read inbetween the lines of that post.  It was really a beautiful post about a beautiful fantasy that I have for myself.  And I guess maybe even somewhat of a beautiful fantasy about my own death, IF IT WERE TO COME TO THAT.  DO NOT MISREAD THAT!  I just happened to be a little real and graphic about details of my suicide and maybe I shouldn't have but I don't sensor myself here.  I just write.  I am real in person and thus I am real in my writing.  This is a sacred place for me to vent or talk about death if I need to.  So I'm sorry to that person who I worried so much that they felt they needed to call the police and I'm sorry to everyone that I may have worried above and beyond. But you must understand, if I'm writing and answering messages, I'm still here.  Maybe not great emotionally or physically, but I'm still here and as long as I'm writing, I'm not doing anything drastic.  It's when you haven't heard from me either from a blog post, or Facebook, or telephone messages (calls or text) that you REALLY should start worrying.  Cause that's when I pull back and could be in dangerous waters.  There are still times when I'm in dangerous waters even when I'm writing or on Facebook but only dipping my toe in, I'm not quite ankles deep.  And if you REALLY haven't heard from me, I'm neck deep and some of you may already have heard from my suicide note  DO NOT MISREAD THAT!!!!!!

I have also chosen not to talk about my health on Facebook because of what happened.  And I'm not really gonna talk about it now either.  All I'm gonna say is there are some things going on.  I'm under abnormal stress, extreme emotional problems and some newly developed physical ailments that we are doing tests on.  So I'm not doing well emotionally or physically.

On another note, I can't believe my father and I will be leaving for World Burn Congress, my first, in 14 days.  Two weeks.  Crazy.  I've never been to one but I know a lot of people that have gone to them and say they're life changing so we'll so how it sits with me :)  I mean, I'm sure it will be life changing at the moment but will it stick with me afterwords?  I got a full scholarship to attend so that's really exciting.  Don't have to pay for anything.  Another special thing about this trip is a very special tattoo artist to many big whigs as well as to myself, but for another reason, has his private tattoo studio right there in Cincinnati, where the WBC is this year.  If you don't know already, I'm talking about Kore Flatmo who did the woodburning artwork on the back of Jack White's "lady" guitars like the famous "Rita" for Rita Hayworth and also the famous but lesser so, "Claudette" after Claudette Colbert and his latest, "Veronica" after Veronica Lake.  They are beautiful and brilliant.  I emailed him and told him about myself and my love for Jack but never heard back.  Then my so very dear friend Jessa also emailed the studio and she heard back from them finally!  Well, turns out I mistyped the email address.  So they said that Kore is completely booked up till December but is open to squeezing me in during those September dates to do a tattoo for me because of my story and my love for Jack, they want it to be special for me.  I'M SO FREAKIN' EXCITED!!!   Only thing that will get in my way is Garrett, my reconstructive surgeon.  I'm still waiting to hear what he has to say.  But this would mean so much to me. OMG.  To have my first tattoo, my first Jack White tattoo done by the same guy that did Jack's famous "lady" guitars...oh, I can't describe the excitement.  Not to mention being able to reclaim a small part of my body (for right now) from what the fire took from me.

So in ending, I don't know yet what I'm going to do with my blog - make it to invited readers only, keep it public, or delete it all together.  If I make it to invited readers only, I will announce it and you will have to give me the email address YOU USED TO BECOME A FOLLOWER (if you are a follower) cause you will have to use that to sign in.  I will keep this post open to the public for a few days, maybe till the weekend and then I will close it off again.  Let me know your thoughts by either here in a comment, Facebook, or my phone.  Things have been abnormally tough for me lately.  Abnormally tough.


"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.  I mean, life is tough.  It takes up a lot of your time.  What do you get at the end of it?  A Death!  What's that, a bonus?  I think the cycle is all backwards.  You should die first, get it out of the way.  Then you live in an old age home.  You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work.  You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.  You do drugs, alcohol, party, you get ready for high school.  You go to a grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend the last nine months floating....and you finish off as an orgasm."  ~George Carlin


And article RE: Jack White's "lady" or "girlfriend" guitars and what they look like:
http://www.feelnumb.com/?p=4391