New Jersey is actually a lot like that music video I posted. New Jersey has a bizarre kind of appeal. Like halfway through the video when that beautiful girl takes off her shoes and pads barefoot onto the floor and just breaks out into a spaz of wild interpretive dance moves and the band keeps playing nonchalantly as if she isn't even there, like a ghost, and then a flurry of feathers start falling from the ceiling and the lamps go red; there's a kind of elusive and bizarre profundity to it. A weird artistry. That's New Jersey, but those who are not from New Jersey can never understand. Everyone will say, "you're fat and stinky with bad breath and no date for the prom," but the reply is: "you fail. Failure on you. It's interpretive dance." Like Nataraja, the Hindu god who is said to be dancing the universe. New Jersey is the cosmic dancer.
