Thursday, January 31, 2008

Stranger Danger!



Photo taken on January 30th, 2008 6:06PM

Sky Harbor International Airport

Terminal 4 - Gate A

Most people will not turn down a chance to be photographed (present company included). They usually let off a bolt of inner excitement, while acting like they are chewing it over, so as not to appear desparate. I think it makes their days. I generally say I'm working on an art project so as not to sound like a creep. However, I believe it's hard for me to come off entirely creepy. Like, I look like I'm twelve and physically unintimidating.

This woman was beautiful. I only told her she was pretty. Liar. I regret not using a better term. Stunning, gorgeous, beatific. All I could say was pretty. I was nervous.

She shined (hah) from the inside. No really. I wanted to hug her and for her to make me some of her ethnic food (whatever that may be.) I wanted her to swath my in dark fabric and kohl my eyes. I wanted to ask where she came from and why she was shining shoes. I wanted to sit on a small beautiful carpet, like my mouse pad, but a little bigger-- and pray towards the holy land.
A man came to get his shoes shined right as she anxiously obliged to a photo. I wanted to hit him over the head with his stupid briefcase, chop him to bits and hide the remains in his lame suitcase. Because of this jackass, I felt nervous and rushed. She told him to hold on and hopped in to the chair to the right and posed so regally as exhibited. I was ground level. She was 5-6 feet in the air. I wanted to be lower, I wanted to capture the throne like quality of this nubian queen sitting on her THRONE. Either way she's still beautiful and I feel enriched to have seen her.
I'd like to share it with you.

Post script:
I suppose the main attraction was her inner beaming pride while she performed such a demeaning laborious duty. It's like that Cash song, "Shoe Shine Boy." Git er rhythm, little Muslim.

What do you think her name is?



Where are you going I don't mind
I've killed my world and I've killed my time
So where do I go what do I see
I see many people coming after me
So where are you going to I don't mind
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand is still open to me
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
So you've been where I've just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk
'Till peace we find tell you what I'll do
All the things I own I will share with you
If I feel tomorrow like I feel today
We'll take what we want and give the rest away
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
'Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away
In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud but it aches with rage
And if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
-Strangers by the Kinks

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