The Jessica Simpson Thread
This may or may not be a thread. As I have defined it, I guess my thread is sort of like two concepts of the Moviegoer combined, a combination of a validation and a repetition. For those who have not read the book, I describe a repetition in http://marcopolo.blog.com/250708/. A validation is another Binx technique for fighting malaise. A validation is when one's neighborhood is seen in a movie, thus, it is somewhere. So, maybe my thread is looking for a common denominator in events and thus being validated. I'll have to give that some thought.
The Jessica Simpson thread started, literally, months ago, since she was in town filming an American classic, The Dukes of Hazard. Yes, right here in Baton Rouge. She went to many of my haunts, like Phil's and Walk-Ons. She was in the news. People were talking about her. More recently, though, my wife and I had gone to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and one of the trailers was for the Dukes. My wife told me that we would have to go see it, if not for its cinematic value, then to see if we could recognize the sights and faces of Baton Rouge. The second part of this recent thread happened night before last. My wife was surfing the channels and saw that Jessica and Nick had a special. I explained to wife who they were, and so we watched another show. Yesterday, a co-worker of mine said that he had watched the Jessica and Nick special, because he was unsure of what she sang or what it was she did. He commented that she sang okay, but her dancing evoked Elaine's dance from Seinfeld. So far, there is not enough to call this a thread. Where the unexpected, where is the lesson? Well, I had to go dream about her. And what a dream! She came on to me, a middle-aged man of average looks. And it gets better. I turned her away. In the dream she and my even older brother were together. I assured her that it was not my desire, but that I would do nothing to hurt my brother, that I would even die for him. Later, when I realized she was not with my brother, I did not try anything with her. Now, I have read Jung many years ago, and know that it truly was not Jessica Simpson, but my anima that I was speaking, acting toward. So, what does it say about me that I had to use my brother as an excuse? Why not my wife? She seemed not to be involved in the dream.
While I am writing about threads, I have had a few memorable ones. Maybe I will talk about them one day. Like the day my mother died. Like the one time I won a solitaire game that I have not won before or since, and the events surrounding the one-time event. Like the time my wife and I went to San Francisco and sat by people from Baton Rouge on the cable car. Eerie isn't it?
