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The Rhythm's Gonna Get Ya Ever notice how one's body has a mind of its own at times? Mine certainly does. In ways, it reminds me of an ancient dinosaur. When I was a , the authors of some books theorized the bigger fellas like the Brontosaurus had two brains to control their body due to their massive size. Okay, so I'm showing my age as it's been renamed to Apatosaurus. Supposedly, not only did they have a kitty-cat sized brain in their head, but they also had a little bitty thinker back near their tail. Well, soon it will become pretty evident why I suspect I directly descended from one of those fellas. Being that it's winter, I'm trying to fight off the gray-sky blues by making a few improvements to the house. Change does wonders for altering the mood. Since I'm by myself, I enjoy jamming to music rather than listening to the cars drive by outside on the street. A quick check on the Internet turned up a trance radio station I liked. There's some dance music playing so I crank up the volume and make a beeline for my painting tools because I'm ready for change. Earlier, I'd painted a few color swatches on the wall. Testing the waters so to speak. Seems that maroon color I thought might look nice as a focal point was less than spectacular. While applying some white primer paint over the color samples, I unconsciously start moving the paint brush up and down to the rhythm of the music. Next thing I know, what little junk-in-the-trunk I do have just can't resist the bass line as I start swinging my tail feathers back and forth. As the beat kicks up the pace so does my shaker. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal as I'm inside the house. But today, since I wanted to enjoy the sun as much as possible, I have the blinds wide open on the big picture window out front. As my can is swaying back and forth I turn to fill my tray with more paint. From the corner of my eye I see something move. Walking by on the street is teenage girl and she's looking straight at me. Let's just say her expression spoke more volume than the tunes I had playing. Girl: “What's that old dinosaur doing in there? For the love of God, close your blinds!” I wonder if I traumatized her for life?  
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12/5/2010 6:55 pm |
@Justine, heh heh heh, yeah, getting one's "groove" on while cooking, cleaning, or doing other tasks really helps. Music plays a key role in our lives doesn't it? I think many of us find ourselves listening to music for various reasons. Whether it's to make a task more enjoyable or to alter our mood, it feels so natural. 
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hmmm.. how about the rhythm of nature's sound while riding a magnificent horse on a twilight night?  
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12/6/2010 8:52 pm |
@Sense_of_honey, indeed! Many a sound that are made from under the cover of darkness can be quite alluring.
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12/7/2010 5:24 pm |
Shake your bootey Spin.  Never mind if you're a little creaky as long as you can still get into the swing of things. You like to move it, move it.     within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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12/7/2010 5:25 pm |
Do I recognise this picture from a pop video? Is that Moby any chance or am I imagining it?  within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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12/12/2010 4:30 pm |
@tinidor, hahahahahaha! You're right, regardless of what motivates one to shake their booty, the fact that we still can is all that matters. Seems life gives most of everyone a little more caboose to shake as life moves forward, but in my case, that's not such a bad thing since I didn't start out with much more than a rather flat caboose.
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12/12/2010 4:32 pm |
@Jane, Moby... cool!  You know, I don't know who it is in the pic. I photoshopped it from two different images. One had an old fella getting his groove on in the street in front of a crowd, the other is the background you see.
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