Read My Lips - the blog

Wipe that silly smile off your face ...

Earlier today, I received a call from an old friend. Mike's in show business. I had not been in touch with him since I moved to this tiny burg from Dallas. It was very long call in which he said nothing. He never talks. He's a mime.

Chatting with Mike is a lot like how I feel when I am talking to my belly button. No matter what I have to say, it sits mute and says nothing. Mike, at least, can effect facial movements: smiles, raised eyebrows, and frowns. My navel simply sits stoically silent.

My navel, however, has returned. It is still skewered with that little pink plastic-sword drink stirrer. No explanations about its whereabouts over these past few days have been forthcoming. I am glad to have it back where it belongs and have not pressed the issue. Still, I find that I just can't bear to look upon it. It is quite a difficult task to navel gaze when ya can't stand the sight of your own belly button. End of report.

[Ed. note: The mime seen above is a graphic rendering I created from a photo found here. If you recognize yourself, thanks for providing the perfect face to compliment my report.]

Posted by Tiger at February 17, 2005 10:09 PM | TrackBack