The strings of string theory are one-dimensional oscillating lines. While such literal strings involved in the theory are considered obsolete to modern thinkers in the field of quantum mechanics, the strings remain a vital part of what is now seen as a greatly evolved form of science which provides logical and fundamental descriptions of the world around us. With string theory, scientists may observe and describe known forces at work on earth and in the universe such as gravity, electromagnetic forces both strong and weak, space time and the ever elusive M-theory (the presence of an 11 dimensional universe). This blog isn't about string theory. This is about Delia, whose very own eleventh dimension seems to get ahead of her every time she begins to grab onto its coat tails. I call it the Shoestring theory, because it very well may be the only sought explanation for what goes on in her head. I found Delia lying face down on the couch last Saturday, and lo,the tips of her fingers played against the narrow mouth a bottle of Jack on the floor. Wheel of Fortune was on and the constant clicking of the wheel, the monotonous applause fed into the morose vibe of the apartment.
"Jumpin' Jack Be Nimble"
Delia's voice came muffled out of the cushions of the sofa she was currently drowning in. She could play the wheel with her eyes closed. I took a seat on the edge of the couch and ran my hands along the spot between her shoulder blades.
"Unbelievable." Delia grumbled and I waited for her to roll over. When she did, I saw her blue eyes were black rimmed with day-old mascara and there were treads of pale skin showing through her off color foundation. I never understood why she wore make-up. she never went anywhere anyway.
"What's unbelievable" I bit. It wouldn't matter if I inquired or not, she'd spill anyway.
"My computer's out. George called with an ultimatum, and there isn't anything i can do but drink out the block"
Drink out the block, drink out the block. First mechanic of shoestring theory. When in doubt, drink out the block.
"Jumpin' Jack Be Nimble"
Delia's voice came muffled out of the cushions of the sofa she was currently drowning in. She could play the wheel with her eyes closed. I took a seat on the edge of the couch and ran my hands along the spot between her shoulder blades.
"Unbelievable." Delia grumbled and I waited for her to roll over. When she did, I saw her blue eyes were black rimmed with day-old mascara and there were treads of pale skin showing through her off color foundation. I never understood why she wore make-up. she never went anywhere anyway.
"What's unbelievable" I bit. It wouldn't matter if I inquired or not, she'd spill anyway.
"My computer's out. George called with an ultimatum, and there isn't anything i can do but drink out the block"
Drink out the block, drink out the block. First mechanic of shoestring theory. When in doubt, drink out the block.
