Looks Like Lennie, Talks Like Cronkite

I've written in some previous posts (here and here) about my desire to separate my intellect from my physical body and just drift through space.

I think the picture in the previous post helps explain why. The body from which I would like to be separated is basically healthy, but fat, clumsy and awkward. My head, as I've mentioned before, is huge. My legs are short for my height. I'm six feet tall, but because of the bizarre proportions of my physical form, I don't look tall — I just look like a big, slow slab of beef. When I'm photographed alone, I look fairly normal, because there's no one to whom I can be compared. But sitting or standing next to other people, I look freakish.

And this body looks like it ought to house an intellect with an IQ of about eighty. People have trouble getting past the fact that I look like Steinbeck's Lennie Small from "Of Mice and Men," but talk like — I don't know, Walter Cronkite or someone.

So, there's that rant.