Super Models

I try each day to keep from adding a picture of either Bar or Marissa.  This blog is becoming more about them than it is about any thoughts or opinions I have on various issues.

Then again, I think these pictures say a whole lot more than I ever could...

I wonder what these girls are like in real life? What would they be doing on a lazy Sunday afternoon?  What are they reading right now?

I know that it is superficial to focus so much on the exterior.  Beauty is after all only skin deep.  Blah, blah, blah.  

I read books like its going out of style.  And not every book makes me ponder the deeper issues of human existence.  Some books are about as skin deep as you can get.  Doesn't mean that I throw them away because they aren't causing my brain to fire up a storm.  No, I enjoy them for other reasons.  Some because of the way they are written.  Some because they simply make me laugh.  Some because they make me forget that I'm trudging through a shit job, or a shit month, etc.

These stunning beauties are much like that.  They take me to another place.  Not a place where I'm wrestling with the timeless questions of man's fate.  No, just a place where my breath catches in my chest at the thought that there are creatures out there that are this beautiful.  And that beauty is really something magical.  Not their specific beauty.  But beauty in general.  That there is beauty out there this complete and that it manifests itself in these women.

I still love the line from beautiful girls.  I'm going to end this entry with that line, because as cheese-ball as it is, I can't help thinking about it when I gaze at Bar and Marissa...

"Look. The supermodel's a beautiful girl, Will. She can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack all morning. She can make you feel high for the greatest commodity known to man: promise, the promise of a better day, the promise of a greater hope, the promise of a new tomorrow. This particular ore can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl- in her smile, in her soul, in the way she makes every rotten thing about life seem OK. The supermodels, Willie? That's all they are - bottled promise. Scenes from a new day, hope in stiletto heels..."