OK, so I have quite a bit of catching up to do. First let me say that I will address that whole 'belief issue' in due course. As to being gone and not keeping up on my blog...late Saturday night I gave my avatar an office chair to spin around in, so that's something. I don't know if the chair passes the rigorous ergonomic standards set out by our beloved institution, but it swivels nicely and that's the main thing you want from an office chair anyway. I want my office chair to be as much like a ride at Disneyland as possible.
I don't have much to report on the cardboard front. My creative time recently has involved a wood burning tool, a bag of cement, some ribbon, and an old table. The bag of cement was hands-down the most satisfying. I used it to add a step to the bottom of the rock steps in my backyard. Pinch me! There is nothing quite like a bag of cement to really get the creative juices flowing. If I remember I'll post a picture. I cut the table in half and mounted one side to the wall of my art room...very shabby French-country. I used the wood burning tool to make holes in a plastic Adirondack chair that needed repairing...it's too complicated to explain here.
Believing...why is it that most conversations about belief begin with the whole higher-power thing? That vein makes most people uncomfortable.
What about believing in the inherent goodness of man? (Joe doesn't). Or what about believing in Bigfoot? (Ditto). Those who know me best know that I love believing in Bigfoot. I figure, why not? I want to believe that there are things on this planet that remain a mystery. If we already know all there is to know then it could get pretty boring from here on out. Joe says he doesn't believe in anything; but his belief in superheros (and their endless list of totally believable skills and abilities) is hard to ignore.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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Whew! From your list (wood burning tool, bag of cement, etc) I was picturing some Tony Soprano hijinks, glad it was more domestic. And your comment "there are things on this planet that remain a mystery" echoes the last bit in William Shatner's new book. It's hilarious -- he's outside, pondering the mysteries of the universe and says "I am thrilled that there are some things that forever will remain a mystery. For example, do I wear a toupee?" Hah!
Awesome! I adore William Shatner! What would pop culture be without him? He could be the poster child for not taking yourself too seriously. Have you ever seen the interview where Jason Alexander tells a story about getting an acting job by doing a spot-on William Shatner impersonation?
You gotta love the Shat.
Just remember that William Shatner is also the man who recorded that dreadful rendition of "Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds".
How does jazzergigi feel about that, by the way?
I'm interested to see if this blog will go were no other blog has gone before! The Cardboard Queen's King
Sorry Honey, I hacked into your blog. Bill
William Shatner scares me more than lighting fireworks. Plus, I he thinks he IS pop culture. I strongly dislike people who are full of themselves.
Jazzergigi's first love, at the tender age of 8, was...drum roll please! Captain Kirk. I was just plain crazy about that guy. I had absolutely no idea, of course, that his alter ego (William Shatner) had such a big one (ego that is). It wasn't until years later that I learned that. And even though I was thoroughly disappointed, I've had a bit of a soft-spot for him nonetheless. He's a part of my childhood and I always have fond memories of him. Although, BowlingJoe, I have to say, I remember hearing his rendition of Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds years ago and I was thoroughly appalled!! I totally remember being embarassed for him.
Okay, I have to admit I had never heard the Shat's version of Lucy in the Sky, so I hopped over to youtube and discovered this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-yy2URAYqU Scary stuff, that!
Jazz-girl, you always surprise me. Who could have guessed that you had a thing for OLD Captain Kirk. If we are sharing crushes, I guess I can fess to being in love with both Donald Sutherland and Robert Shaw when I was a lass. Go figure. And I don't mean Robert Shaw as he appears in Jaws...more like his Romer Treece character in The Deep...now that's what I'm talking 'bout.
Groovelily...don't be so hard on old Bill...at least he seems to realize that his greatest talent is self promotion. You gotta love the Shat!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rktW3byqdOs
Sorry in advance for the long comment... I copy & pasted the lyrics to one of my all time favorite songs. It's a totally bittersweet memory, that i swear brings me to tears every time i hear it. It was played at the funeral of a friend of the family. I loved him like crazy. He died of a heart attack at a youngish age, leaving behind his wife and 3 daughters. They really fell apart after he was gone. It was probably one of the first funerals I ever went to.
I want to to believe. I want their to be inherent good in mankind. But, it's in wistful way. I am mostly searching for some greater meaning or direction to my life... passion, happiness, and clarity.
Anyway, if you don't know the song, google it and give a listen...
I BELIEVE IN YOU
DON WILLIAMS - 1980
I don't believe in superstars
organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
the certainty of growing old
that right is right and left is wrong
that north and south can't get along
that east is east and west is west
and being first is always best.
But I believe in love, I believe in babies
I believe in mom and dad, and I believe in you.
Well I don't believe that heaven waits
for only those who congregate
I like to think of God as love
He's down below, He's up above
He's watching people everywhere
He knows who does and doesn't care
and I'm an ordinary man
sometimes I wonder who I am.
But I believe in love, I believe in music
I believe in magic, and I believe in you.
I know with all my certainty what's goin'
with you and me is a good thing
it's true, I believe in you.
I don't believe virginity is
as common as it used to be
in working days and sleeping nights
that black is black and white is white
that Superman and Robin Hood
are still alive in Hollywood
that gasoline's in short supply
the rising cost of getting by.
But I believe in love, I believe in old folks
I believe in children, I believe in you.
I believe in love, I believe in babies
I believe in mom and dad, and I believe in you.
Excellent video Groovelily. That song is an old favorite of mine as well, and I noticed when "I believe in music" came up, it was a picture of Mark Knopfler and Eric Clapton that came up; the cimematographer obviously has good taste in guitarists.
I suspect that much of the difference in the Cardboard Queen's position, and my position can be blamed on semantics. From Wiktionary:
"The transitive verb believe and the phrasal verb believe in are similar but can have very different implications.
To “believe” someone or something means to accept specific pieces of information as truth: believe the news, believe the lead witness. To “believe a complete stranger” means to accept a stranger's story with little evidence.
To “believe in” someone or something means to place faith in that person or concept: believe in liberty, believe in God. To “believe in one's fellow man” means to place faith in mankind.
Meanings sometimes overlap. To believe in a religious text would also require affirming at least the major principles. To believe a religious text would likewise imply placing one's faith in it."
Mr Williams believes in love, old folks, children, etc, and so do I. I prefer not to use "believe in" because of the confusion it creates. These aren't things to believe, because we know them to be true.
I'm sorry for your loss Groovelily, he was obviously someone very special.
Oh, and while Mr Shatner's version of "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" is very entertaining, it simply can't compare with his rendition of "Mr. Tamborine Man" which leaves me laughing every time I hear it.
One more thing Captain ILL wanted me to pass on. When you're a superhero out there righting wrongs, and booting evil, you don't have time to worry about things like belief. When you see Wonder Woman deflect bullets with her bracelets, you don't have to believe it, it just is.
Well, he's certainly no superhero in the standard sense, but the Man, Van Morrison, hit it on the head in his lyric "It ain't why, it just is." Most of us human types are hard-wired to question things, but sometimes it's wiser (and healthier) to just kick back and marvel at it all -- which is what GL seems to understand instinctively.
And I'll have to find my worn-out "Don Williams Greatest Hits". That guy was such an understated talent, and yes Joe, I'll bet Mark Knopfler is a fan.
I like the way this has evolved into a "philosphy in pop music" thread. I'll be honest. I don't recognize Don Williams but will look into him. One of my favorites, that even stays on topic, is "What I Am" by Edie Brickell from 1988. She, of course, went on to marry Paul Simon which was probably a good career move as well. And it was Paul Simon who told us "the nearer your destination the more you're slip-sliding away". Now those are words to chew on. Wikipedia also just told me that Brickell's dad was inducted into the Texas Bowling Hall of Fame which moves her up a few notches with BowlingJoe.
WHAT I AM
I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box.
Religion is the smile on a dog.
I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep.
What I am is what I am.
Are you what you are - or what?
I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks.
Religion is a light in the fog.
I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep.
What I am is what I am.
Are you what you are - or what?
Don't let me get too deep.
Ms. Brickell gets dangerously close to plagiarizing Popeye:
[spoken]
You don't have to be no fish to tell when you're flounderin'
What am I? Some kind of barnacles on the dinghy of life?
I ain't no doctors but I knows when I'm losin' me patiensk
What am I? Some kind of judge, or a lawyers?
Aw, maybe not; but I knows what laws suits me
So what am I? I ain't no physciscisk, but I knows what matters
What am I? I'm Popeye, the sailor
[sung]
And I yam what I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam 'cause I yam what I yam
And I gots a lot of muskle and I only gots one eye
And I never hurts nobodys and I'll never tell a lie
Tops to me bottoms and me bottoms to me top
And that's the way it is 'till the day that I drop
What am I?
I yam what I yam!
I yam what I yam what I yam what I yam what I yam
I can open up an ockean I can take a lot of sail
I can lose a lot of waters and I'll never have to bail
I can pushk up Madagascar grab a whale by the tail
What am I?
What am I?
I yam what I yam!
I'm Popeye, the sailor
I'm Popeye, the sailor
I'm Popeye, the sailor
I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam
I yam what I yam what I yam what I yam
I'm Popeye the sailor man!
I loved that song (year i graduated)! Edie Brickell married Paul Simon?! 25 year difference...sheesh. Though i don't know paul personally, he has a lot of sweet songs. Kodachrome, 50 ways to leave your lover, Loves me like a rock, mother and child reunion... Poor garfunkel. I can't name one of his solo songs.
I need to leave you guys unattended more often.
The only solo Garfunkel song that comes to mind is his remake of "I Only Have Eyes For You" from the mid-70s. I liked it. It had a mood to it that's hard for me to describe. He had some success acting in films, too, and was in "Carnal Knowledge" with Jack Nicholson.
I think that Joe (not bowlingjoe) should perform "I Only Have Eyes For You" sometime, but without that wretched baritone.
I'm afraid that I only have the wretched voice that nature cursed me with, and I'll be keeping my distance from Bowlingjoe to make sure he doesn't do any kicking below the belt to "improve" it.
Shouldn't be a problem, Joe. I have a 29-inch inseam which is a very bad thing in mixed martial arts competition. But it does pay dividends on long plane flights.
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