From: "I'm late, I'm..." To: Subject: EXERCISE: Looks aren't
everything? -------- (skimming through the morning mail in
between helping our new blind programmer get settled in--
interesting that he uses phrases such as "let me see what's
happening" quite unconsciously...) Mary Jane (*god bless
slippery rock nymphs and keep them away from pick'm ups with
guns in the windows*) suggested that some of the new folk don't
quite know what us old wizened critters look like? So... 1. Pick
a persona offa the list (tink or someone). 2. And here they
come, roaring into your life! Imagine meeting them in the woods,
the malls, the rain, the sunshine, perhaps skydiving into the
swimming pool... 3. WRITE IT UP! The meeting of a lifetime,
right there in your skull, complete with soundbites, tastes of
the tongue, smells of the nose, and maybe even (hush! whisper it
in my ear!) a touch here and there... oh, and the sights! don't
forget to describe the curling purplish locks of the aging baby
bumper or the greenish glint in the t