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March 29, 2007

1109: My brain.

Last night, I watched something on the Wright brothers with Pete.

At some point, there was a mention of how Wilbur Wright had been accidentally knocked in the face as a kid and consequently lost a few teeth -- the embarrassment of which he apparently never overcame. To cope, he'd learned to smile in a fashion that wouldn't expose his teeth, but as a result of this (and in addition to his already having a fairly reserved, slightly eccentric personality) he was perceived as being an extremely serious man. Although this was a very minor thing in the whole Wright brothers’ story, I was really very touched -- perhaps more so than I even realized because the issue came up in a dream a few hours later.

For reasons only my brain knows, Wilbur Wright was replaced in my dream by... Adam Ant. Although it didn't really make sense to me, Ant's method of coping was to distract people from his teeth by wearing lip gloss. (Cute but perhaps a little ineffective.) The situation pulled at my heartstrings enough to wake me up at one point. Poor Adam Ant! And poor me for being so... historically confused.

Yesterday I realized that I'd inexplicably convinced myself that tickets for the June 30th show at MSG were going on sale today (which they're not) and I had gotten myself into my usual ticket-purchasing nervous state. I don't know what freaks me out about it, but it just does. Maybe I'm afraid that in my anxiousness, I'll select "worst available seats" from the drop-down menu. (Do they offer that?) In any event, it never fails to make me tense and that discomfort, compounded by my disappointment in finding that tickets wouldn't go on sale until late April, evidently upset me like Wilbur Wright's lost teeth.

What does this all mean? I have no idea. I obviously have a soft spot for the charmingly eccentric, and even more so when those qualities are combined with some sort of physical or mental abnormality -- but how my brain takes likable people fitting those descriptions and then jumbles them together, I'm not entirely sure. Although Adam Ant claims to have spent a lot of time in the dentist's chair as a kid, I don't think he ever had his teeth knocked out nor did he invent the world's first practical fixed-wing aircraft. He does, however, wear glasses which I find endearing. I think anyone wearing glasses is immediately trustworthy -- is that weird? Morrissey wears glasses, obviously. Morrissey also has a pompadour.

I look forward to a time when I'm convinced that quiff-sporting pirates in glasses and false teeth made great advances in aeronautics. I won't need to go to the movies any more, I can just hang out in the theatre des fous INSIDE MY HEAD.

Posted by ashley at March 29, 2007 11:36 AM

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