Once I wondered why I looked the way I did. Genetically speaking. I looked at the crooked nose of my paternal grandfather and thought I saw my own nose only to be told Grandad had broken his nose in a boxing match. He was Golden Gloves. Still, I imagined my nose to be similar enough to his to notice a family resemblance. By the time I was his age at this time, I would have broken my nose a time or two. To further my point, I have a daughter by my first wife who is the spitting image of her mother, except for the nose. It is my nose on her face. I'm sure that's why she won't talk to me. Genetics. Are we predisposed by our DNA? What about that ear lobe thing? The one where if you have ear lobes that hang free from your skull it means something but I can't remember what. It's a crapshoot. I think soon enough, the world population will be genetically intermingled, much more so than now. I think with technology and p2p video the separate cultures of the world will become more exposed to outside cultures worldwide and they, on the other hand, will be able to do the same. This is a good thing. I think the more we know about each other, the better able to get along, negotiate treaties, whatever, have more fun and understanding of our purpose...
Ok, and I have a dimple in the middle of my chin. I have sawed off whiskers in it. Where did it come from? What chromosome forgot to fill in that space on my chin? If it is supposed to be there, does it have purpose? Since its always been there, I suppose it holds my skin to my chin, like an upholstery button.
I have my grandfather's liver spot on my right hand. The lay person wouldn't notice it but I do. In a certain bare light bulb light, I can see it. It gets bigger but not darker. My hairline is the same as my grandfather. My dad had hair until he went into chemo for lung cancer. He took after his mother's side of the family.
One thing I wonder about is my hairless right shin. There isn't any hair for about six inches long and two inches wide down my leg. I never really noticed on any other family member. Most of them are women. My leg is scarred and hairless. For years I thought it was because I had rubbed all the follicles off my leg with a bass drum pedal. It hasn't grown back, so I'm not sure. I'm full of hypotheses. I wonder if I look as angular to other people as I do to myself? Angularity. I don't think I've ever typed that word before. Probably never again.
I'm a genetic mop bucket. I'm a genetic moist towelette. I'm a genetic scrubbing bubble. I'm a genetic dollar bill. With change. I'm genetically predisposed to listening to the wind. I'm genetically programmed to see in 3D 24/7, with no loss in battery life. I'm genetically sealed for your protection. I'm genetically sanitized. I'm genetically genetic, by predisposed geneticism. It can't be helped. It's genetic.
Today was regular. Sort of a one size fits all day. Busy. Constructive. Rested. Productive. Moving a library. Takes time. Too many books. One building to the next. To be useful. To be consulted. To add to the grand feeling of the house. Soon, it will all be done for the time being. A house this old needs constant upkeep. You either like it, learn to like it, or get out. Since discovering wood floors, I have an added personal interest in this house. Still, it wouldn't take much to nudge me out of here. The house has personality. Any old house will. Certain smells, creaks and cracks, echoes. If you are in a house long enough, you get to know where each and every one of them is and how to avoid them. Sometimes I feel that I will get moved in just in time to move out again. I shall see.
I rented "Argo" from iTunes last night. Very good movie but how did it win Best Picture over "Lincoln?" There wasn't half the acting in Argo as in Lincoln and the setting of Lincoln was painstakingly real. Argo did a good time piece for the 80's. Maybe it's the historian in me. Wait! They were both history movies! Ding ding what do I win? I should probably stop typing now.
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