Sunday, February 06, 2005

Soup. Err...Bowl Sundae?

"The truth is that it was with such shock and delight that I discovered that there were people in the world who would willingly listen to the noise I was making, that it overshadowed the fact that I was terrified."

--Joanna Newsom

She's talking about playing music in front of people, but feel free to let this quote inspire you in whatever it is you're trying to do in your life.

(Sorry if this is a little too Ed Cosette for anybody. Whenever I say anything serious, I think of the comedian Bill Hicks, who, when starting to lose his audience with a "serious" rant, would suddenly stop and say "There are dick jokes on the way...")

And if you don't know who Joanna Newsom, Ed Cosette, and Bill Hicks are, well, you must not know much about the Red Sox, so what are you doing reading Red Sox blogs?

The title I've chosen for this post is dumb. But, seeing the word "sundae" always reminds me of the old Woody Woodpecker theme on Channel 5, which included a scene where Buzz Buzzard put Woody in one of those big glasses, the kind you'd get a sundae in back in the fifties, and put ice cream on top of him, and syrup and whipped cream and a cherry, and then tried to suck the whole thing including Woody out through a straw. I guess it would've been an ice cream float, because he sprayed some seltzer in there. Either way, I always wanted eat that sundae right off the screen, because it was so colorful and delicious-looking. The word Sunday, on the other hand, makes me think of doughnuts. So I got that goin' for me.

Today is my mom's birthday (one she shares with two people who died in some fashion this past year, Babe Ruth and Ronald Reagan). Happy Birthday, Mom! Thanks for the life.

I thought Ruth's B-day being on Super Sunday would be a bigger deal, with the curses and New England and the Eagles who have never won and whatnot. You'd think somebody would have connected all these things.

Comments:
Too cerebral ... and the curse is on the wrong side, this time.
 
You'd be hard pressed to find a Philadelphia Eagles fan with the ability to enunciate angst eloquently. They might throw a few snowballs at an opponent, with gusto.

Oh, wait, I forgot. There's a lot, a lot of culture there.

Happy birthday to Jere's mom!
 

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