Spitting

Yes, spitting. Never thought that projecting tiny gobs of spit as far as they'd go would be such a satisfying exercise. Also I never thought I'd be saying it at twenty one - somehow when I was growing up I had visions of myself as a responsible and well behaved (no, really) world citizen at that age.

So you have two very decently dressed twenty-somethings sitting on a pavement at eleven in the night, trying to see how far they can spit, pausing only for the occasional car, and of course Dino Morea's crazy stalker-woman, who by the way would put anyone to shame when it comes to punctuality. Point is, there we were, Kavs and me, stone cold sober, sitting on the pavement and trying to get massive Leo DiCap type gobs of saliva half way across the road (think of DiCaprio clearing his throat in Titanic, possibly the only novel element that movie had to offer).

And I wasn't half bad! I always thought I'd suck at it, but as it turns out, not really so much.. My personal best is 8 feet, Kavita's a few inches ahead. St. Leo's Road still bears the scars of our late night spit-a-thon.. think Kavs and I erased about 20 years of respectable citizenship today. Just a thought, since I'm being disgusting I may as well go the whole hog.. Is spit projectile salivation?

Those who have yet to channel the power of spitting - or of peeing in flower pots, as certain others might testify - are missing out on something wonderful. Hell, Salman Rushdie thought the same thing, what do you think Midnight's Children is all about?

And in other world news, Billy Joel turned 58 today, now yesterday, owing the enormous amount of time it took me to find a picture I liked. Happy Birthday, and may you never crash your car into another tree again.

All About Soul
River of Dreams, 1993
Album Cover designed by Christine Brinkley, his then wife

She waits for me at night, she waits for me in silence
She gives me all her tenderness and takes away my pain
And so far she hasn't run
though I swear she's had her moments
She still believes in miracles
While others cry in vain

It's all about soul
It's all about faith and a deeper devotion
It's all about soul
Cause under the love is a stronger emotion

She's got to be strong
Cause so many things getting out of control
Should drive her away, so why does she stay?
It's all about soul

She turns to me sometimes
and asks me what I'm dreaming
And I realize I must have gone a million miles away
And I ask her how she knew
To reach out for me that moment
And she smiles because it's understood
There are no words to say

It's all about soul
It's all about knowing what someone is feeling
The woman's got soul
The power of love and the power of healing

This life isn't fair
It's gonna get dark, it's gonna get cold
You've got to be tough, but that ain't enough
It's all about soul