Sappy Larry Jones at Revision99 has written my post for me today (sorta) about a tearjerker movie that we all know and love in his post: You Are Now In Bedford Falls
NEW FEATURE: I have various blogs that I recommend all the time, though I don't make much of it. I keep them listed in the sidebar and seldom refer to them. It has occurred to me to prove that I read them (and others) at times by listing a particularly good post here for you. I don't know how often I'll do it or whether I'll list more than one sometimes. Whether you should sniff it and follow it to it's source like it's a tasty dog biscuit is up to you. Today's nice-and-easy Intelligent Post about a thoughtful but deceased father is at Maya's Granny
The taste of the world as I get older
Is nil, perverse, and what I see is worse,
And everything I thought was verse
Is merely something I nursed so long
It seemed worthwhile,
Then burst like a dropped bag of shit.
More Notes from Dogger
What do you do when you fall in love with someone you can’t tell it to? With someone you can’t mention to anyone else, either? Someone so lovely that you don’t really care if you love her or not! Maybe it’s not love, maybe it’s more precisely infatuation. But even that feels nice. Arf arf! It ain’t so bad, you know. Maybe I’m a fool, but what’s new about that? How can I slide half a planet round and be with her? Or just down there to the uptown street or up on the downtown side? It’s not feasible. Nothing about it will work. I have egg on my face even before breakfast, that’s all.
I fall into infatuation pretty often, I guess.
Who Are They And Why Won’t They Go Away?
I admit that “barbarity” is a purely subjective cultural thing, a matter of quibbling over details. To me, the barbarians in the current culture might first have seemed to be the hip-hoppers and the country-and-western elements, who both seem to make such a matter of pride out of their ignorance. To be “different” is one thing, to insist on being “one’s self” is not a terrible thing. But I fail to see the point in being so prideful about never having learned anything to start with. And, in the case of some who have learned a little, they hide it, pretend to despise it, talk extra “down-home” or ultra home-boy. Is it homey or “homie”—if they can’t spell it, how can I?
What makes one “civilized”, I think, is a willingness to absorb a little—hopefully, the best—from all cultural influences you encounter. But the cultural norm these days is to pretend to never change, to never learn, to never improve. We’re all going to end up as cornpone gangstas if current influences and pretensions continue.
That’s the group who are proud to be stupid. The other new barbarians are the people on TV who think that everyone else is stupid. We are overwhelmed by all the overwrought vulgarians of the entertainment talk shows and all the in-your-face argumentative screamers of the News Talk Shows. I wonder how it all came down to this Pride about shallowness and rude behavior?
Unreeling The Roll
Am I losing friction or is the universe (including toilet paper) gaining static electricity? I never used to have trouble with a roll of toilet paper, but these days there’s never a loose flap of paper that I can get hold of with any ease, it is always pulled back toward the roll and lays down flat and neat. Then my sad old stiff sore fingers are too dry to get purchase on the thin modern edge of the ostensibly loose toilet paper. Ha, what fun! Thank you very much, American manufacturing.
Randy K. Milholland: "Typos are very important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they aren't distracted by the total lack of content in your writing."
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