Mhhhm.

Inclination

Incline

To want to do something sort of, is what comes to my mind. But I like the term best when applied to people, bodies. An inclination of the head, for example. Small gestures that can signify so much sometimes. I biked over to my friends house today, on my way back from Longos [which was a long and arduous journey involving single-handedly carrying my bike down from the attic - literally - single handedly, the other was grabbing the ladder for dear life. Yes, I am a tank :D] where I purchased some lovely purplish white turnips [really, the colour was mindblowing]. ANYWAYS, we spent an afternoon dissecting [not literally this time] people. We're both fairly observant some of the time, and people are incredibly fascinating. The discussion probably started somewhere with Dave Matthews - I was showing her the youtube video of his performance with Neil Young on the Hope for Haiti telethon. From what I've heard of his music, which is regrettably not much, he seems pretty awesome. It's always interesting to see how two established musicians interact with each other while playing music together- how well they connect, or if one is just obnoxiously trying to outdo the other. When the song finishes - Dave Matthews looks straight to Neil Young, smiling, maybe a bit nervously, and doesn't take his eyes off him. It's nice to see famous people are capable of respecting people, of being humble.

He's got a nice face too, there's something intelligent about his forehead [yes, receding hairline and all], these thinking creases between his eyebrows, and honest eyes. The corners of his mouth have those little...I want to say tuckers, but I don't think it's the right word...these sort of little downward folds that bespeak frankness. On top of all this is a great smile, and that under the chin/jaw flub stuff that makes him look reassuringly real and dadlike.

Yeah, I think I'm going to look into his music...

I love crayons! Ok, I never really used them that much, they are completely inadequate when compared to the wonder that is pencil crayons - but still. Their unfailing ability to make irregular shapes no matter how regular your lines are is pretty respectable. And wax crayon rubbings are sort of kind of awesome. Oh man! I miss those.

I think I'll make one sometime...

I killed a spider today. It was a tough decision, I shouldn't have the right to decide whether he lives or dies. But my only other option was to put him outside, where he would probably...die...

And I couldn't just leave him for someone else in my family to stumble across. My sister would've freaked out, she's been talking about a spider following her around lately.

So that got me thinking about exoskeletons. What a crazy notion! I remember learning about it in grade 2 - pressing my face up against the window to try and see this miraculous outer skeleton of the bug on the other side of the glass. Standing there, trying to imagine all my bones on the top of my body instead of inside it. Mindboggling stuff.

It's really like a coat of armour I suppose, like those hardcore beetles with the pincers and the horns and everything?

Their insides must be so mushy.

OH! And bugs don't have red blood! It's like, clear or yellowy or greeny. This is apparently because their blood doesn't transport oxygen, they have this sort of massive inner trachea, connected to these tiny holes called spiracles for the air to get in.

They're practically aliens.

If you had to be a bug, what would you pick?