May 14, 2010
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The Daily News1 Happy Frideeeeeeeeeee!
2 Well, we made it through this sorta strange week, but we all came through with flying colors.
3 I knew it was going to be a good day when the first thing I heard yesterday morning was this: "Mr. H, can we listen to Scarborough Fair?"
4 Bring it.
5 Moving on, Part the First: As I write this, Jimmy Fallon has Keith Richards coming up live shortly. I'll be asleep, and I'm not gonna record it, but I'm hoping that somehow, I'll see it through the magical touch of insomnia. If not, I'll pray for You Tube.
6 Meanwhile, I'll tack this stuff out so that I will still be ready to rock this wonderful Friday.
7 Moving on, Part the Second: Thanks to all of you for the fun emails I receive on some of this folderol. I have a confession, however.
8 I don't write any of this stuff. I just sit at the puter, and my mind sort of streams this. Every now and again, something shows up on the computer screen, and I look, laugh, and then realize that somehow I wrote it.
9 I don't believe that for a second.
10 Many times, like many of you, I just look up when a cool sentence comes down the pike, and have NO idea that it came out of my imbecilic mind. I tell my students about this too. When we read poetry, for example, I always tell them to find the one line that the poet or writer must have loved, to the point of popping the pencil back with a severe suddenness, and goofing on how good the line is. Zap madness in an instant. Paul Simon's brilliant, albeit overplayed line "When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night, and touched the Sound Of Silence..." is a case in point. That's the official sheet music print, by the way.
11 I try to have them choose which line the probably stopped the poet, causing him or her to stare in astonishment, and then causing them to rest for a sec while the awesomeness of the line occurred to him or her. Him or her. English. Yeesh.
12 Amazing, writing.
13 I also advise them that they should always write as though the love of their lives were to read it.
14 In some sorta strange way, that advice always seems to work. Gangsta.
15 I mean, who wants to look stupid in front of the love of their life?
16 Ah, it's late. I had an amazing night last night, so right now, I'm not thinking of the love of my life, nor of being particularly witty, nor of thinking of anything except finishing this up so that I could get a little shut-eye. Only I'm not even thinking. Just streaming. I hope the love of my life doesn't read this folderol.
17 Moving on, Part the Next: Have you seen those political commercials about how Poizner is a political liberal? They are presented as though being a "liberal" is the equivalent of being a murderer of American values. And Steve "Send-em-all Back" Poisoner? Screw him.
18 Then we have white Cali being led through the garden of wildflowers by some lady named Whiteman, I think.
19 If you support diversity and people of color, vote Brown. Easy to remember. Poisoner. Whiteman. Brown. I'm pretty tired of the rampant racism that seems to be making even the most intelligent of people forget that we are a melting pot, and that we offer opportunities for EVERYBODY. Or at least we did 'til this year.
20 Yeesh.
21 Remember that I am exposing morons this week. I hope I pissed a few people off in the process. Every now and again I like to remind America of it's potential once we wipe out racism and idiocy. The American dream is there. But we are a nation of nations now. Live with it. There's way more good than bad in diversity.
22 Moving on, Part the Thoid: Have I told you lately that I LOVE my job?
23 Earlier, as I was tacking away at all this boushit, a commercial came on for some mainstream new movie, and I've already forgotten which, but it mentioned the "love of your life."
24 It didn't occur to me that I had just finished writing item 13, above. Coincidence?
25 There is no such thing as a coincidence.
26 Last night I heard a Strauss waltz. I couldn't remember which composer it was an hour later. My parents used to play Strauss waltzes every Sunday after church, and the music would swirl around my house as Dad fired up Italian sausages, eggs, toast, and steamy coffee. I hadn't heard Strauss in years, and yet driving home, I couldn't remember which composer I had listened to earlier in the evening.
27 This morning when I awakened, some teevee had Strauss' Blue Danube playing in the background of some sit-com. It danced through the house unnoticed by all but me. I smiled. There simply aren't any coincidences. Period.
28 Well, I think it's Frideeeee and time for this Old Brown Shoe to sign off, but with nothing but positive thoughts.
29 Find it in your heart to make someone's day the best day of the year today.
30 That's your homework.
31 You all rock.
32 Have the best weekend ever, willya? Go Sharks!
33 Peace.
~H~
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