Jeremiah's School of Levitation

The Friday word is "melt" and my mission is to stop the world and melt with it. Here is my contribution:

How to Melt

• Hug everyone in your house and don't let them go.
• Tell a friend how f**king cool you think they are.
• Sit on a beach and just when you think you're hot enough, open another beer, and close your eyes, and take a deep, deep sip.
• Listen to John Lennon singing "Woman" or Bob Marley singing "Redemption Song" or, for a particularly poignant melting, listen to Billy Holiday singing "Strange Fruit".
• Pause Starship Troopers at the point where Denise Richards flies the big starship for the first time (OK, that may be only how I melt).
• Read about what Rosa Parks did on that bus.
• Count your blessings.
• Pay for the drive-thru order of the car behind you at some fast food joint.
• Eat some cheesecake.
• Watch the stars for five minutes straight. Notice how the longer you look, the more stars appear.
• Subject yourself to shape-altering heat, as can be found in Hawaiian lava pits, or within five feet of Denise Richards (!).
• Don't freaking forget that you are alive and, at every moment, can suck up all this life stuff, this air, this weather, this bunch of other breathing people, and, of course, A Unique Perspective. Enjoy YOURself. We're all roughly 98.6 degrees, so, in effect, each one of us has the potential to be a sunny summer day.
• Make grand, nearly embarrassing proclaimations (see above).

I love the point that we are all potential sunny days! What a grand way to view ourselves.

Dude. I sat on Rosa Parks' bus. At least that's what they said at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, MI. It may have been a replica, but I can tell you this...my legs shook so when I exited that I nearly tumbled down the steps. Melt, indeed.

Have I told you lately that I love when you post? 's like visual crack, m'dear.

And hand me a beer, it's too hot.

I just stopped by to tell you that you are so fucking cool!

I am glad you are talkin' again.

Great advice there, Jeremiah! I'm going to skip the Denise Richards experiences but will make up for it with an extra dose of Billie Holiday. ;-)

I just think of a certain fireman, and I melt....occasionally I melt when the flames of hell are felt licking at my heels after I spout off some bad word or something

bee-u-tiful entry