Saturday, March 29, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I'M STILL LOOKING
(sigh)
What exactly does it mean to "find yourself"?
In the past couple of days I have come across that phrase at least half a dozen times from people I've been around, on television or in reading materials. It's such a PRETENTIOUS-sounding phrase -- kinda like "I'm a C-cup" or "My feet are indicative of other body parts."
"Finding yourself" smacks of 70s flower children who dropped out, smoked weed, embraced (literally) the free love era and adopted the mantra, "If it feels good, do it." Kicking back with a joint, they sought to come in touch with their "inner being," discover who they really were, what mattered to them, what their philosophy of life was.
Right.
For this phrase to still be in such heavy use intrigues me. Is each generation lost, searching frantically for who they are? Most likely, which is what's so scary, since the only folks going to be around to run the country are lost souls. Folks not sure if they're the Ford F-150 type or part of the Volvo crowd. Folks not sure they support the war or think Iraq is another Viet Nam. Folks not sure Obama's "pastor disaster" matters or not. Folks who have 19 recycle bins or throw everything in the Glad bag.
I'm overwhelmed with all the daily decisions that bombard me.
I've been lost since 1974. I haven't "found myself" yet.
(sigh)
What exactly does it mean to "find yourself"?
In the past couple of days I have come across that phrase at least half a dozen times from people I've been around, on television or in reading materials. It's such a PRETENTIOUS-sounding phrase -- kinda like "I'm a C-cup" or "My feet are indicative of other body parts."
"Finding yourself" smacks of 70s flower children who dropped out, smoked weed, embraced (literally) the free love era and adopted the mantra, "If it feels good, do it." Kicking back with a joint, they sought to come in touch with their "inner being," discover who they really were, what mattered to them, what their philosophy of life was.
Right.
For this phrase to still be in such heavy use intrigues me. Is each generation lost, searching frantically for who they are? Most likely, which is what's so scary, since the only folks going to be around to run the country are lost souls. Folks not sure if they're the Ford F-150 type or part of the Volvo crowd. Folks not sure they support the war or think Iraq is another Viet Nam. Folks not sure Obama's "pastor disaster" matters or not. Folks who have 19 recycle bins or throw everything in the Glad bag.
I'm overwhelmed with all the daily decisions that bombard me.
I've been lost since 1974. I haven't "found myself" yet.
(sigh)
Sunday, March 16, 2008
WOE IS ME, THE ACC
(sigh)
Still grieving that my beloved Duke Blue Devils fell yesterday to an upstart Clemson team, I am nonetheless further nauseated by what the ACC allowed as their shameless promotion of some dingbat female rapper called "Li'l Mama." The games were interspersed with her and some obnoxious male rapper called "T. Pain" (what?????????????).
I was disgusted. To make things worse, there were old white guys calling the game and trying mightily to be hip while listening to and describing this music (?) -- it was embarrassing to watch, so I didn't. I put the TV on mute when this stuff was on and shook my head at the stupidity of the ACC.
Jason Capel was on one of the networks as an announcer. Now, I remember Capel from his days playing for North Carolina, and he was worth watching as a player. But if he's going to be an announcer, he needs to learn to enunciate. It was like listening to O. J. with a mouth full of marbles. I'm not even sure I can watch the championship game today between NC and Clemson because of this stuff.
(sigh)
Still grieving that my beloved Duke Blue Devils fell yesterday to an upstart Clemson team, I am nonetheless further nauseated by what the ACC allowed as their shameless promotion of some dingbat female rapper called "Li'l Mama." The games were interspersed with her and some obnoxious male rapper called "T. Pain" (what?????????????).
I was disgusted. To make things worse, there were old white guys calling the game and trying mightily to be hip while listening to and describing this music (?) -- it was embarrassing to watch, so I didn't. I put the TV on mute when this stuff was on and shook my head at the stupidity of the ACC.
Jason Capel was on one of the networks as an announcer. Now, I remember Capel from his days playing for North Carolina, and he was worth watching as a player. But if he's going to be an announcer, he needs to learn to enunciate. It was like listening to O. J. with a mouth full of marbles. I'm not even sure I can watch the championship game today between NC and Clemson because of this stuff.
(sigh)
Saturday, March 15, 2008
THE TOILET SEAT WAR
(sigh)
OK, local folks who read this blog probably saw the recent article in the local paper about the woman who had sat so long on the toilet that her skin had attached itself to it. Her boyfriend indicated she had been sitting on the toilet for months out of fear of leaving the bathroom. A rescue team had to extricate the woman and toilet seat from the toilet itself, after which she was taken to a hospital where medical staff removed the seat from her tush. This woman needs more than seat-removal attention -- she is in dire need of therapy.
The sad thing?
Folks like this V O T E !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (But in her case, it would have to have been by absentee ballot!)
(sigh)
OK, local folks who read this blog probably saw the recent article in the local paper about the woman who had sat so long on the toilet that her skin had attached itself to it. Her boyfriend indicated she had been sitting on the toilet for months out of fear of leaving the bathroom. A rescue team had to extricate the woman and toilet seat from the toilet itself, after which she was taken to a hospital where medical staff removed the seat from her tush. This woman needs more than seat-removal attention -- she is in dire need of therapy.
The sad thing?
Folks like this V O T E !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (But in her case, it would have to have been by absentee ballot!)
(sigh)
Friday, March 07, 2008
THE WINTER OF MY DISCONTENT
(sigh)
Granted, a snow day once every six or seven years is nice; but for the most part, I despise winter. Know why? I'll tell ya. Here it is. Ready?
P A N T Y H O S E.
I could strangle the bastard who had the audacity to presume that women, in all their shapes and sizes, would find it necessary to contort themselves to "slip on" an ounce of nylon, pull it 3 feet upwards and then exhaust themselves trying to get the seams out of places where seams shouldn't be. I'm convinced that the divorce rate in this country is so high because husbands have inadvertently (no woman would PURPOSELY allow her man to watch her attempting to don a pair of these things) witnessed wives in the throes of this, which results in positions unbecoming a lady. By the time they're on, we're ready to fan ourselves and take a nap.
I dread hearing that someone I'm acquainted with has passed away because it means
THE PANTYHOSE HAVE TO BE RECKONED WITH YET AGAIN since it's still not proper to attend funerals in sweats. Damn the south.
THE PANTYHOSE HAVE TO BE RECKONED WITH YET AGAIN since it's still not proper to attend funerals in sweats. Damn the south.
When my daughter becomes perturbed with me she threatens at my demise to toss atop my ashes many, many pairs of pantyhose three sizes too small. It keeps me on my best behavior.
Whoever designed these things has to be a man who is laughing uncontrollably.
(sigh)
Thursday, March 06, 2008
PATRICK, PATRICK
(sigh)Heartsick, I am.
Having heard last night that Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer, I am grief-stricken, and probably not prematurely since malignancy in that organ is most likely a death sentence. Cancer is such a horrible disease, not just because of the suffering that accompanies it, but because it strips people of their dignity.
Patrick Swayze has had my attention since "Dirty Dancing" in 1987. He's sexy as hell, and it doesn't hurt that he's incredibly talented. His bouts with alcohol most likely exacerbated any predisposition to pancreatic problems, and I'm sure he has regrets about that lifestyle. Be that as it may, he's an icon and I can only hope that treatment is successful and that he has much more time left to wow us.
(sigh)
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