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Escape to Reality

color029_sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50 Boy building a model airplane as girl watches. Robstown, Texas, January 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Arthur Rothstein. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

 

I just finished watching a two-hour movie in Spanish.
(I don’t speak Spanish.)

It was a scenario with a psychedelic blend of imaginary cultures in an unfamiliar world, ten thousand years or so ago, give or take a century or two.

None of the different cultures understood each other’s words. There were people fighting, there was a love story, two wars, terrifying conflicts with giant carnivorous ostriches, a saber-tooth tiger and lots of shaggy mastodons.

There was a complicated story line and occasionally I would say to myself “Well, what the hell, if this was truly ten thousand years ago I wouldn’t speak these languages either.

When the film was over I understood the entire thing. It might as well have been in English. It didn’t matter. The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 

 Have you ever been in a relationship with someone with whom…

You share a common language? However…

You speak in different tongues?

You would have known what that movie was about.

Yes, really.

But about real life..?

With a real person…?

With not-so-real biases…?

The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

 

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Escape to Reality

color029_sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50 Boy building a model airplane as girl watches. Robstown, Texas, January 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Arthur Rothstein. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

I just finished watching a two-hour movie in Spanish.

(I don’t speak Spanish.)

It was a scenario with a psychedelic blend of imaginary cultures in an unfamiliar world, ten thousand years or so ago, give or take a century or two.

None of the different cultures understood each other’s words. There were people fighting, there was a love story, two wars, terrifying conflicts with giant carnivorous ostriches, a saber-tooth tiger and lots of shaggy mastodons.

There was a complicated story line and occasionally I would say to myself “Well, what the hell, if this was truly ten thousand years ago I wouldn’t speak these languages either.

When the film was over I understood the entire thing. It might as well have been in English. It didn’t matter. The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 

 

Have you ever been in a relationship with someone with whom…….

You share a common language? However……….

You speak in different tongues?

You would have known what that movie was about.

Yes, really.

But about real life………?

With a real person………?

With not-so-real biases………?

The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 

 

I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.