Headphones are mostly right and always close to my head,
Drum beats inside, stiff limbs out,
Sound that I love, stay close,
Charm me, bore me, be a woman.
Charm me, charm me, charm me, be a woman.

Tears are how you know you exist,
Watery eyes, salty, floor-doomed, torrential tears that I love,
You're always hugging the eyeballs of the lonely,
When things are falling.
Unlock me, unlock me, unlock me, be a woman.

We're drifting against the tide without effort,
We're singing silence with wind in our ears,
In an act of balance that resembles the birth canal or something else also too often bypassed.
Birth me, birth me, birth me, be a woman when you're ready,
Just a girl until then.

Lonely, lonely, lonely be a woman near my arms,
Struggle with you're haircut and kink you're lovely neck,
Leave me, leave me, leave me, be a woman that I love.

Headphones are mostly right and opposite my pulse.
Drum beat that I know, silent by the twinkling piano keys gone almost missing
Into my ears and out of my eyes, reflecting starlight,
Drifting, drifting, drifting.
Be a woman.

Spurred on by the immense pleasure I took in reading "Proust Was A Neuroscientist" by Jonathon Lehrer, I picked up a couple more books on the subject of neuroscience.

Right now I'm in the thick of "A Universe of Consciousness: How Matter Becomes Imagination." Its deeply fascinating. I find myself giggling aloud at some of the insights relayed by the book's two authors. Consider this fun little nugget:

"If we considered the number of possible neural circuits [in the cerebral cortex], we would be dealing with hyperastronomical numbers: 10 followed by at least a million zeroes. (There are 10 followed by 79 zeroes, give or take a few, of particles in the known universe.)"

My faux-poetic translation: The vastness inside your head rivals the vastness of the Universe.

Also, I'm really enjoying reading something so decidedly less pop-science-y. (I mean, Steven Johnson, Bill Bryson, etc is fun but sometimes mindless.)

The Portland Fiction Project's Debut Reading Event is happening this Saturday. All of the current Portland Fiction Project authors will read their favorite stories. The Fall Colors(myspace.com/fallcolorstheband) will play. Worksound is exhibiting "Accoutre: Collection of Works by 10 Female Artists of PDX and San Francisco/"

Details:
WorkSound Gallery, 820 SouthEAST Alder
Doors Open at 7:30. Cocktails Available, Reading and Music Performances start no later than 8:15.
Cost: $3/2 Students.(Put yourself on the Guestlist below and get in for a dollar.)