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Yesterday, around my parents house I found a coconut on the ground. It had fallen from the tree above. I picked up the coconut and walked back to my parents' house where my wonderful nephew was swimming. The coconut was large and surrounded by hard and rough bark. I took the coconut and smashed it. I ripped and dipped and smashed again. I used my fingers to pull apart the fallen treasure. After, 35 minutes removing the tusk and bark I reached the traditionally round coconut like you would buy in a store. The coconut had three eyes. One of the eyes in soft and you are supposed to puncture this eye and drain the coconut of its milk (but it much more like water). I accidently smashed the inner coconut and the water splashed out onto the brick. Harlan and I then tasted the water and ate some of the pulp (or meat) straight from the shell. The cocnut had fallen from tree. I found it on ground. I worked hard to get inside and then I ate what remained. It made me feel real and animal. I look like an animal as I tore and shred through the outer layers. I was animal. I am animal. Today, I am the opposite. We fill out many forms and stand in many lines before we are allowed to enter the boat. Our days have been planned to the minute and the crew is unnaturally international (not a bad thing). We went through safety drills while wearing incredibly awkward life vests. Everyone who wears a uniform smiles, and they want you to dress up for dinner on a boat. Family is here and wonderful to be around. I stayed on deck after watching my parents respond to a man telling them to put their hands in the air and wave them like they just don't care. I stayed on deck and watched the sunset as we left Port Canaveral, Florida. The sun was strong today and filled me its strength. The sun was there for me and I gave my hallow lungs to it with song, alone, on the deck of a 1000 foot boat. There is no one in this world who would make a life decision based on me and my ideas and whether I would be there or not. My person would normally think this as a sad sad thing, but now I am sad while grateful. I don't want to be tied to you and your ground and your life, but I want you to want to be tied to me. I don't know where I will be able to go, and I don't know if you will be able to go with me. Life's not influencing me: It makes me said when they talk about John Walker (the American who was in Afghanistan and is being charged with conspiracy). John Ashcroft is looking for a rallying cry, and he has chosen this 20 year old man, who there is not much evidence on. I don't really understand how they extradited him and why he wasn't given medical treatment. I really don't understand why CNN Headline News runs a graphic while they are talking about him that reads: Johnny Taliban. Cable TV has many many good shows. I was watching 3 or 4 at once last night. I saw a show on MTV called Sex2K (their continuance of their Sex in the 90's series) and it was about a fetish (or life choice) called furries, which is people who are aroused by putting on a full body animal suit and having sex or rubbing. It was odd. It painted a whole different picture for me today when I was watching the Mickey and Minnie characters performing to Kool and the Gang's classic: "Celebration." Well, now I will either go to the on board Comedy Club, the Singles Disco, the Family Karoake, the Sports Trivia in the ESPN Sports Bar, or watch a 1st run movie (like The Royal Tannenbaums or The Count of Monte Cristo or Snow Dogs) in one of the two theatres on board. So, I do now believe that having your own Cruise Line is the pinnacle of business success. God Bless Disney and God Bless Cruises. |