SuperReal

When I looked at one of the clouds last Friday I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing was real or unreal; it had to fall into the superreal category of things. As if some ideal thing had somehow managed to arrange itself in Plato's dark cave along with the normal assembly of shadows. Other things I would put in that classification are a number of the frogs in the frog exhibit at the American Museum of Natural History, whose intense coloration and radiant healthiness suggest a perfection that I've rarely experienced. When you look at the one called a wax frog nature plays with the mind, it is so hard to understand how an animal could look like it was man-made. If the iphone can be compared to jesus for the elegance of its design than so can this frog. And so can the face of my friend's baby which is so superreal it seems to walk 2 feet in front of the head it belongs to.

It was also unreal, or superreal, when at the pizza parlor where I was eating with 4 children on that day, suddenly a kid's water balloon popped and drenched the table and floor where he sat. Half a second later my daughter knocked her cup of gingerale of the table and into the diaper bag. Then the man we might respectfully call the 'gumball technician' arrived and began collecting the money from the machines. The man had removed the a machine's lid and was scooping out the toy-bearing capsules and giving them to my kids who were swarming around him. Wonder of wonders. Later, one of the odd clouds hung over our house and started dropping fat drops of rain. As I drove my daughter's friend home, it hung over us and rained on what must have been a radius of about ten blocks while the blue skies and gleaming clouds hung close by in plain sight. The raindrops were as super fat and super wet as the clouds was super puffy and super 3-D.

Speaking of ideal, I thank the Boredoms for the super fabulous and super free 777 concert under the bridges, with the 77 drummers in a spiral, and the symbol crescendos that answered the sound of the waves on the East River that Saturday, 7-07-07. ....Oh!