A Reblog of Remi/Judy/LifeLessons

I love this poem from Remi, and how she & I danced together before she posted it. (Yes, she posted our conversation leading up to it.) I hope y’all like it as well.

Reblog: The Easy, Selective Morality of the Pro-Life Movement

This is (only?) the fourth time I’ve reblogged posts by John Pavlovitz. I check out his blog 2-3 times each week, and some are interesting, some too reductive. (Sorry-not-sorry if you see this Mr. P.)

“And though I never knew her, I have lost a dear friend.” Remembering Nanci Griffith.

I get a tad sentimental occasionally. I’ve been known to get wet eyes watching some love (or loss) scene unfold in a movie, or even a cheap TV show if I’ve had a couple rum & colas. But it takes a lot to knock me off my feet, for me to spontaneously burst into tears. Yet that happened to me ten days ago, Friday, the thirteenth of August, when I clicked on my news feed and saw the heartrending headline that Nanci Griffith had just died at age 68.

Encounter at WalMart

I’m sad to admit I shop at WalMart. Yes, they underpay their employees, but

Miami Vice, Joe Pera, and the Exuberance of Baba O’Riley

About three months ago I posted about one of my all-time favorite songs, Walk on the Wild Side, by Lou Reed. Another favorite came to mind a few days ago, and it’s driving me crazy that I can’t recall what triggered the memory. I think the song may have been briefly included in a recent tv show or movie I was watching. Maybe it will come back to me in my sleep. The song is Baba O’Riley, by The Who. I bet a bunch of you already nodding & smiling.

A Wonderful Memorial Day Rant by My Favorite Liberal Redneck

I just love this rant. (NSFW – plenty of potty-mouth language.)

If you’re not familiar with Trae Crowder, HERE is the first video of his I found, and I’ve been watching ever since!

Ok, and HERE is another great one.

Stephen Frye’s Audio Rant on (English) Language – Perfect!

So, y’all know I love, love, LOVE words, right? This rant by Stephen Frye (sent to me by a new fellow wordster) is just perfect to my ears, mind, and sensibilities. Also, I kinda like the visual style of its speech-to-text, but I can see where some would not. I hope you enjoy!

(I wanted to send this to Kory Stamper’s Twitter, but she (likely wisely) doesn’t accept DMs. Maybe she’ll pick it up on her dusty blog, which I’ve been following forever.)

So, Purple…? A Prompt Reblog: A Plea for Arbitration

Remi/Judy just posted a response to THIS prompt, and that caused me to remember this lil blog I posted over 5 years ago. She has urged me to reblog, and I listen to her advice, especially after a couple rum&colas.

The original post started as a question about the colors eggplant vs maroon. Apparently it’s time to add purple to the mix.

serial monography: forgottenman's ruminations

Some of you know that my bff is Judy/Remi, therefore we must sometimes disagree. Tonight she responded to this prompt to post photos showing the color eggplant: I suggested (well, strongly recommended) that she include the photo below in her post, but she declined (well, refused), because she says my t-shirt is maroon and oh-so-not eggplant. My eyes disagree. So, I put it to you, gentle observant occasional readers: does this photo below show me wearing an eggplant-colored t-shirt (as I search for that damned buzzing fly)? Yea or nay?

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Take a Walk on the Wild Side

Late spring, 1973. I was 21 years old, a recent college dropout, working in the chem lab of a manufacturing plant 35 miles south of my new apartment in southeast Missouri. (I’d only recently moved out of my childhood home, a lil too late. Another story.) I was making enough coin to buy myself a sweet ORANGE Porche 914 the fall before. I got off work around 9 pm, and the weather was perfect. I opened the top to my car, turned on the radio, and headed home. About 10 minutes into my drive up the interstate, this song came on the radio. I was mystified, transfixed, flummoxed, awestruck! I had never heard anything like it. It played, and I drank it in, and I craved that the announcer would PLEASE tell me what that song was, WHO performed it! Nope. (It was common back then for the DJs to read the list of upcoming songs, but they often didn’t repeat it at the end of the set. Idiot bastards.) I had no internet to consult, no music-savvy friends to ask. I was stumped for YEARS while that song taunted me, popping up in my brain now & again. Finally, with the dawn of the interwebs, I was rewarded with its identity. Yeah, since then I’ve probably listened to everything Lou Reed put out there. But this one will always be my favorite. It became mine that night I was flying up the interstate with the wind in my hair and radio speakers at full blast.

Little Duck’s Current Status (By Request)

Judy/Remi/LifeLessons cajoled me into taking a couple updated photos of Little Duck & Big Duck after she posted some of LD’s past adventures tonight. She further cajoled me into posting them on my blog here rather than on hers. Ok, I’ve had just enough rum to accommodate.