My Observations 3 (Journal)

These are my observations of interesting things sent to my dear friend via iPhone text messaging since Aug 2010. I will add more in time.

©Shaun Rudie

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sent July 6, 2011

Agitated, not a pleasant voice at all, wonder how one develops that...her companion, short, round soft quiet, a self-contained and compressed person in scarf and maroon shirt bobs her head occasionally, wave her small hands to make her own small point. The cashier cleaning tables says to me, "you keep right on with that freedom of speech, we love that here". She thoroughly enjoyed my "conformity is so blasé" writing on my shirt. I created it as simple statement, simply powerful it reached another, brought a smile, stirred thought. So neat watching the wheels turn

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sent July-10-2011

A mother in green with blonde hair loves her food. Her eyes close on each bite of pizza, she inhales slowly, and then separates her piece from the base. For a time it becomes an exquisite part of her. Her daughter, back rounded forward, her own gravity curve, is oblivious, does not share her mother's cheese and tomato sensualities.

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sent July-10-2011

A man with dark, short receding  hair, middle manager body and wire frame glasses, a stylistic D for Disney on his shirt sleeve, has an endless stream of words. He sprays them at his coworker, and she patiently listens amid the deluge. 

He's not uninteresting, and he seems to know a lot about his peg in life, he is amiable and completely white bread. He taps into a large reservoir, and I think, just a little, that he likes people hearing him.

33

sent July-10-2011

Such energy, a dynamic play of "watch me" over and again. Radiant expression flexing their bodies, a run factory, tag intermittent. Screams are more than optional, a requirement of "over here!" the only static one's are adults on the periphery, they have given the life and it seems that took it out of them. Hmmm, their smiles betray them though.

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sent July 12, 2011

She instantly drew my eye, soft grey shirt with wide neck showing her elegant musculature, jeans that appreciatively showed a long, trim form, rounding out in proper "seated" dimension, her posture the definition of agile poise. Easily a dancer, ballet certainly, she carries the experience on her physique without thought, a practiced ease as effortless as breathing. One wants to watch her move, I do. Watch her confidence carry her past me and out the door with her lunch. We acknowledged each other briefly, my mind lingers a moment more... capturing the memory here.

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sent July 12, 2011

Dark brown skin, black hair straightened and resting over her deep purple dress. She sits in front of me, sits and then raises her shoulders as a chill excites her skin to goosebumps. It stands out on the backs of her arms, her neck. I have an instant impulse to comment on it, a mental reaction of holding her and warming her skin. I remain quite, smile at her, something about her says she would play. She eats her food, leaving much of it untouched, a cold salad didn't agree with her. She empties it int the waste and returns to collect her purse. Our eyes meet straight on for a second. Yes...she would play.