Hey hey. So much to do. Fascinating how that happens at times like these. The only difficulty is figuring out how to prioritize but I think — and this is a new effort I’ve not explored before — I’m going to prioritize the “thank yous.” That sounds strange I guess but it’s really about professional courtesy. Also, no attention will be paid to anything that is not immediately productive in some way, either professionally, spiritually, comically, physically, etc. At least for a little while. Up only. Not left, right, and most certainly not down. No “look at me and what I’m doing and care.” Nope. Only looking up. Because I have to, see. It’s a matter of survival. If you’re on board, we’re cool. If not, catch ya on the flipside. Maybe.
Anyway, we have a softball game tonight (physically and probably comically productive – check) and I’ve many things for your minds to glance at, dismiss, gravitate toward or ponder. Because that kind of thing makes me feel good (spiritually productive – check).
First, a plug for a friend of mine’s mama’s company. The clothes are pretty sassy I think. Perfect for summer.
Second, The Bard. Because he’s great. That is all.
Third, my adopted home state (so many loved ones have ties and/or are from there) just keeps getting hit. Prayers all around. Here’s some Sam Clemens to make you feel at least a little less done in by it all:
The Mississippi River will always have its own way; no engineering skill can persuade it to do otherwise…
– Mark Twain in Eruption
Fourth, my British friend gave me some new music to consider. I passed along some Tribe Called Quest to him and he’s given me a taste of Dizzee Rascal. I kinda dig it. Especially that you can hear his British brogue in the rap.
Fifth, this picture just makes me laugh so hard every time I look at it so, here. Enjoy. My friend making the rawk fingers next to Sanjaya is so ironic that any hipster that happens upon this will likely have an immediate aneurysm from wishing they were so awesome. You can scroll down on this page to the “After Idol” section to learn where this photo was taken. We won’t talk about how my friend got in…
Sixth, this is just so, so cool.
Finally, as the header notes, silence can be deafening. Which puts me in the mind of the great song by Simon & Garfunkel that was the most profound thing I had ever heard when I first paid attention to the song around the age of 14. The film it’s from = also great. So, have a slice of the ennui of suburban America. It’s not too late for me either Elaine.