February 22, 2010
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The Daily News
1 As much as the Olympics have dominated lately, I must say that the Torah's, the Bode's, and the guys whose names have variations on the Irish "Sean" have been amazing, but happening when I haven't been able to watch.2 As always, I also have enjoyed all things Olympics. I felt almost sorry for the Vancouverians when the USA took it to them in ice hockey. But it is fun having 24 medals and counting. It's been a fun Olympics, and it's almost cliche' to put this year's event down, but to me it's still exciting, fun, unique, and often artistic. I'm going to enjoy them while they're here.3 Well they certainly make the fun of having a week off so much better.4 We also had lots of firecrackers and fun happening this past week, so it was well timed, and well-placed.5 Hope you didn't miss the DN too very much. Some people move through all the DN withdrawal symptoms and wish really to be anywhere but here. I've heard tell of DN addicts being pinned down and screaming for all this drivel. It's okay, it's okay. Calm them down and throw them a Dove Milk Chocolate Promise, the blue ones that come with a fortune. It is a grand substitute, sort of like the Methadone of DN addiction. Some people just can't handle it. Toss them a Promise. It's a slow roll, but wonderfully sweet. It's like taking the world out on a date.6 For most of us though, life without the DN stands as nothing more than a simple hiatus, one that we all must go through every now and again. Face it each time with a bowl of hot courage and a Dove Milk Chocolate Promise, and we can all get through these dark times together.7 And for all the rest, fear not! The DN is baaaack in all it's ridiculousness and seeming glory. What better way to start yer day? Mindless drivel, and tons of it.8 And well worth it, I'm quite sure. Pour a cuppa and climb aboard. We're shovin' off.9 Moving on, Part One: One of the challenges of the Olympics is trying to watch things and do real life simultaneously.10 As much as I enjoyed the games this past week, I still realized that I would have to be doing other things when some of the main stuff happened. I had places I needed to be, people I needed to see, and sleep I needed to gather, because grading hundreds of papers turns one's head into a bowling ball. It sometimes falls off and knocks over a lamp, or a loud pet.11 Ah, vell...more where those came from. I do so love a good snore though.12 I also spent the week wondering whether to comment on the week's real-world shenanigans, or just to blow them off.13 It IS, after all, the Year of the Tiger.14 I decided to take the high road.15 Moving on, Part the Second: Truly, I spent much of the week re-arranging, re-analyzing, and re-structuring much of my life, for what it's worth.16 In the midst of it all, my Dad called and let me know that he had received notification from the doctors of his most recent biopsy, and the results came up negative, and that his original diagnosis of bone cancer was somehow wrong.17 Good news is the only thing better than no news, and this comes to you directly from one of the top hack journalists in the land.18 So he (Dad) was lively, funny, and full of optimism, which made both of us happy, and which I shared instantly with the entire world.19 Unfortunately, I was unable to head up to visit due to some bronchial stuff I have goin' on, and which placed itself in me during the break. That's the "hack" part of the journalists in number 17, above.20 Ah, so it goes, so it goes.21 So I have now been re-arranged, re-analyzed, and re-structured, and realize that I'm still the same ol' brown shoe I've always been. It was a great discovery. Ever spend a cloudy day mooning over what sort of person you've become, only to discover that you're simply yourself? It's a great discovery, especially when the results come up pretty nice, and you just look up at the sky and smile.22 Wish I had more to report here on a soggy Mondeeeeee, but really?23 No news IS truly good news, a running theme of the good ol' DN.24 Moving on, Part the Last: Well, I DID miss all of youse, more than you'll ever imagine. Facebook is okay, but it just misses on so many levels. I tried keepin' in touch via Facebook, but it just doesn't always quite make it. And here, I won't try to sell you a corn crop, or buy a tractor off you, or to tell you I just cut my nails.25 In many ways, it's sort of nice being in the Great Land of the Ignore that is Facebook. At one time in life, I felt I was the only "blog" out there, and that the DN was simply a necessary means of keeping the Performing Arts Dept. at YB informed about what was going on.26 I always insist that the DN was truly the world's first blog anyway, but I'm also sure that someplace, somewhere, there is some geek who would claim otherwise. I began the DN in the Spring of 1996, but it was posted on a hard copy and tacked onto the wall of the Performing Arts building at YB. It really didn't go out to the digital masses until somewhere around 2003, but still...I have some very shaky archives if you ever wish to visit www.ybdrama.com, a reaper rusting in the moist weeds of 2010. But somewhere in there you could find one of the earliest attempts at placing the DN online. I've been off a week, so I'm too lazy to look.27 I actually have hard copies of the DN dating to as early as 1997, and when time, I'll try to put the oldest one up for you. It requires a lot of digging, and a lot of weeds.28 For now, I rest easily knowing that the rest of the world has caught up, finally.29 As for me? I'll just keep plodding along, reporting things I observe and see, and sharing it with the people I know and love.30 What else is there?31 Well, Beethoven, I suppose. And Shakespeare. Apple pie. Dove Milk Chocolate Promises in the blue fortune wrappers. Skates. Kites. The lush hills of Mt. Hamilton in Spring.32 AnywayZ...lots coming up. Lots to smile about. Stay tuned.33 Welcome back. Not much to report on a Mondeeeeee.34 Just enjoy your day, fly low, and get through it with lots of smiles and laughs.
34 Live life.35 Love life.36 Peace.
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