How can you be in two places at once when you're really nowhere

at all?  Or, an alternative title for this blog might be "Modeling Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle: Prancing Down the Runway in a Brand New Fashion!"  I had started to write about the Gaia/Facebook thing.  But none of this is about that. 

I ended up thinking about "place."  Lots of places.

I'm not really ever ON a runway*, but I COULD be on a runway, one could speak of the odds of my being on a runway**, ....which would make it all Very odd, indeed. 

And, as a model, I would be atomically correct.  Hanging out in all the proper orbits.  A bit player, a hanging out boob.  A nuclear family member, almost a sexagenarian. 

And energized, of course.  The energizer bunny.  (You knew that one was coming, right? When this blog took a weird turn, the only thing I knew I would write about was the bunny.)  Hopping from one state to another.  Hmm.  What would be a low energy state?  Kentucky?  A dear friend of mine contracted Hep C in Kentucky.  He can't stand the place now.  But we runway models don't stand anywhere.  Our little stiletto heels are aways going Click Click Click, like a Geiger counter.  So sensitive to the energies.  Radiating danger.  Radiating excitement, newness, and fucking frankly the Siren of Sirens, commercial success!   Ah, we will all make enough money  from this one to buy the type of meals in Chicago's best restaurants that Margo can tell stories about.  Those stories are like music. 




*(although I am on runways in airplanes, what I mean by "runway" here is a fashion runway)

**(or of YOUR being on a runway)