Subliminal Frequencies

Driving to work she thought about all she had to do tht day, that week. Primitive man had free time, she had none. Primitive man had tribal ties, she only had her mother in Iowa, and “The Neanderthal”, who would visit with Adam twice a year.
When she got to work “Mr. Peanut,” as everyone called him because he was always snacking on shelled peanuts, waved to her. She didn’t fit in there or most places she went, except the forest preserve. Mr. Peanut always greeted her. He talked to her in the breakroom about a month ago She was readng a book on Eve, the first woman, the mother of us all. She explained we were all linked to a woman from east Africa about 150,000 years ago. Mr. Peanut smiled broadly then raised his finger and said, “Tigres and Euphradies. Eve came from the Tigris and Euphraides region.”
“What?”, she asked.
“The Bible says we origionate inbetween the Tigres and Euphradies region.”
“Oh. Yeah, Right.” she rolled her eyes. She had heard that when she was young, but not since. She reminded herself that, because of Eve, we all come from a very small gene pool that migrated out of Africa, so we are all from the same 10,000e 10,000
English: World English Bible - WEB
Izbrano poglavje ne obstaja! Štetje svetopisemskih vrstic se začne z ¹! Vrstica ⁰ ne obstaja!

people- we are the same family. It was a joyous, freeing thought. She looked at all people as her family somehow. Even Mr. Peanut here, and the Clarks.
Mr. Peanut could relate to her in a way. Some time before they talked about her yearning for our origional pure state.
“Yeah, ” he said, “The garden of eden, everyone wants that.” It comforted her in a way.

She wound up selling shoes all day over the phone. She didn’t even like shoes. Primative man didn’t wear shoes… well maybe neanderthals wore skins on the ice floes, but they were so tough it wasn’t like they had to. Shoes, hell, who really care about shoes.
Homo erectus, she mused to herself while dropping her son off at school, migrated from africa throughout the whole world, and that was without “The Outdoorsman”, her companys best selling boot. My God, she thought, what was she doing with her life?
Driving to work she grumbled about her sorry, unfufilled state. Sure she had tried, for three years she applied throughout academia for any type of related position. Then she got pregnant, then two years later, “The Neandethal”, her ex-husband, (at least he looked like a neanderthal then,) left her and Adam, her son, “to find himself”, and pursue a career in ceramics. Good gol darn luck, she thought, and good riddence. She had no choice but to get a job immediately wherever she could.
Then one day she had an epiphany- if she worked in research or archeaology, she still wouldn’t be living her dream. She wanted to LIVE like a cavewoman, and that would take a plan. So she bided her time saved and planned for her and Adam to escape.

Linda met her son downstairs for breakfast. He grabbed a pop tart and turned on a cartoon. In the wild, she thought they would chew on last night’s kill, watching the sunrise over the veldt, like Lucy, the earliest human-like find of fossilized bones.
Or, on the other hand, she would jump ahead tens of thousands of years to two million years BCE, and they were homo habilus. They would scavenge food and harvest old kills together. She would be the first of the species to create tools- in this case a fork into a scavenged left-over omlete.
Homo habilus cohabitated with many varietys of apemen… just like the many species of neighbors she had, (especially the Clarks across the street). She, however had learned to adapt, like homo habilus, to many different situations. She had learned to adapt, and could handle the rowdy Clarks, raising her son alone, and working outside her field, (Anthropology, of coarse), in Customer service.

It seemed like an eternity that they stood watching TV together. It was an eternity for him because she only watched TV and wouldn’t say another word to him. It seemed like an eternity to her because she felt annoyed and distracted from her show.
“What’s your name?” he shouted during a commercial. She shot him a dirty look and paused, “Shari”, then she turned back to the TV.
“I’m Kevin,” he shouted back. She shrugged not even turning around.
After a longer pause she looked for him out of the corner of her eyes. He was still there smiling. “Creep,” she thought, he sure was persistant.
     Through the canned laughter she remembered sitting on the edge of her bed with her brother Tim It was the last time she had shared watching TV with some one. They were waching Cosby, she remembered, the one where Trudi buys breast enhansing cream. It was hillarious, they laughed together. Then the ever present screaming between her father and mother started. She grabbed the remote and turned it loud enough to drown out the noise bellow.

Linda woke at 5:30, in the dark, to her loud alarm. Horse crap, she thought as images of her running half naked through a forest, in her dream, evaporated. Really, really, she thought, would a cavewoman be woken in the dark to an obnoxious screaming machine, or would she wake calmly to daybreak with her tribal clan? Well, maybe, maybe not. But still, it wasn’t fair; after all, what would a caveman do? That was the question, HER question, that drove her through her days.
While brushing her teeth she thought of how she had seen on cable TV, a primative African tribesman chewing on a licorice stem to clean his teeth. Thats what she should be doing; doing what was true and raw and natural… doing what a caveman would do. (more later)

My mother loved Amelia Earhart, and Katherine Hepburn. They were two independent women. My mother also loved movie stars, lots and lots of movie stars. You can tell about person about their heroes.

In high school my earth science teacher was Mr. Young. He invited me and some other students to talk with him at free time, one on one. He would play Janis Joplin records in his back office and we would talk. He announced to all his classes that I was the first female president of the science club. He was just quietly supportive and always happy.
He was friends with Ms. Raash, my english teacher, and they encouraged my writing and even came on an archeological dig with me.
I would love to adopt a young person in that manor and be a mentor.

Shari scanned the restaurant for the best seat to watch TV while eating, and sat down at the bar. She felt someone watching her and turned around annoyed. She spotted a black,spikey-haired 30 something-year-old smiling at her and snapped her head back to Everyone Loves Raymond.

     “Hey,” the black haired guy said, squeezing next to her.  “Hey,” she said, quickly looking back to see the Barone’s confront Robert on his habit of touching food to his chin before eating. She smiled, and ignored her fellow viewer as best she could.

     After a while, watching in an uncomfortable silence, he says, “This is a great show. What else do you like?” He bit his lip, “stupid”, he thought, “stupid inane thing to say.”

She glanced at him annoyed, then shrugged, “Sitcoms, ” she said, “I like sitcoms.” 

     One of the first situation comedies, from 1951, was I Love Lucy. It was also one of  the most important, popular, and revolutionary for it’s time.  It was the first to be done on film, in front of a live, studio audience, done in sequence, and to use three cameras. It has run or rerun continally ever since.