Whining in the Rain

March '07 is ending with rain and wind and gloom in the central midwest. Sunshine and heat and flowers and summer fun are going to arrive some time, but not today. Not a day of utter misery, but dreary enough for one to want to stay in bed and unwind from a hectic week. So, that is about what I did today--rested and unlaxed much of the sunless day. (One guy in town was blown 40 feet across his yard by a wind gust.) Am currently watching an ESPN show on the career of Joe Louis. I did not know a whole lot about him, but am finding out a lot of things. In about an hour after the local news is over, I may go back to bed again. This does not seem like the kind of stuff to send into cyberspace for the whole wired world to read, but that is what the genuine me is currently about(I know--a sentence ended with a prepo.) And I am drinking some kind of Chinese tea with a rooty flavor (Rose Tuocha). It is an interesting type of tea. As of this moment no one knows how the Iranian-British hostage situation is going to develope. According to FoxNews there may not be a full-scale war out of the situation. There is some idea that there are enough fed-up Iranians to overthrow Nejad and create a peaceful Iran. There was that kind of fleeting hope in the 1930s concerning the Germans and Hitler, but things did not work out that way, and the Cubans did not toss out Castro in the early 60s, either.
I did try to listen this afternoon to the Met Opera performance of Egyptian Helene, a Richard Strauss oddity that it was hard to get into, as all the singers sang in German and I could not see what they were doing onstage. A convoluted Weimar-era musical experiment by Strauss. Deborah Voigt did try bravely to sing the lead role.
This is going to be all for right now, dear readers. I hope to have some world news upon which to report tomorrow, when I have checked on what has happened around the world. (The local news broadcast just said that at least 150 people were killed in a town in Iraq in one car-bomb blast.)
Di di mau, friends.

Friday Night and Spring Will Arrive

Having restarted blogging yesterday, after several months of not blogging, I am going to send another post into cyberspace, even though the past 24 hours have consisted of going to work early in the morning, coming back to my pad, watching General Hospital, taking a nap, watching Dirty Jobs, and then exploring Youtube (some interesting Carlos Gardel videos, and Men on Football from In Living Color) and waiting for the ten p.m. news. Found out this morning that a well-liked former boss at work we had has died in Arizona. He basically drank himself to death, and was something of a relic from hippy times, but he was a good boss and saved our jobs several years ago after he replaced another boss who drank himself to death and was a human mess. Goodbye Ed. We will miss you. On Dirty Jobs right now Mike Rowe is watching llamas screwing.
Poor Barbaro was put to sleep a couple of months ago, and there was brief mention of the passing of Yvonne DeCarlo, except that she was Lillie Munster and had a role in The Ten Commandments--nothing about her long career as a B-movie star. There was odd skimpy coverage about the death and career of James Brown. His death took on Frankie Lyman angles, when several women and kids claiming to be his heirs showed up. He was finally buried a couple weeks ago. The Anna Nicole Smith death has been covered beyond sense, even though her life was a sad mess and I can't think of any contribution she made to human advancement. Several guys claiming to be the daddy of her baby appeared, her awful mother showed up, and her long-lost father was found.
Hillary and Barak have both been in Iowa recently, being adored by their fans, and she is coming back to town Monday morning. So, that means he will also be back soon.
This is going to be all for tonight, because I am getting drowsy. Warm weather is gradually moving into the heartland, and I got the shorts out of the clothes bag, and have been wearing them, after they got whiny about being put away since last fall. So, the gang is happy now, waiting to be put on my body though the summer season. Good things come to pants who wait.
Di di mau!

Return to Blogging

Hello world, I know you all have been waiting for me to return to print blogging after at least five months. Life got busy and complicated and I just stopped blogging, and I got hooked up with Youtube and that has taken up my time on the laptop. I have been planning to give all my devoted fans a running account of daily events on the planet, but life got diverted to other things, and some stuff I hoped to record around the first of 07 got halted. James Brown died and Yvonne DeCarlo died, and Anna Nicole Brown died, and Darlene Conley (Sally Spectra) died, and the Bears were diverted from their deserved glory (the Shuffle is on Youtube), and Saddam got his necktie party, and the winter has been miserable and very expensive--with very expensive airline holdups and lots of ice related powerline collapses, and some awful midwinter tornadoes (eight kids killed in a high school in Enterprise, Alabama), and the War is dragging on into its 5th year. Hillary and Obama keep returning to Iowa (she is due back next week), and W and Congress are still at war with one another. I suppose that the details of all this and other recent events can be read in any recent news magazine. Anti-war demonstrations have started around the country, and we seem to be back in the mid-1960s again minus the hippies and the race riots, but they may return--but I hope not.
I have gotten hooked on utube videos, even though I probably cannot afford the bill for the hookup, but I am amazed at what is on video. Besides Boom goes the dynamite, and Numa Numa, and the kid who lipsyncs Al Jolson, and the cute kittens and the cute baby sloth, I have found loads of groovy opera videos and music(Woodrow Wilson's daughter's recording of the Star Spangled Banner), and the other night I found several TV kinoscopes of Patsy Cline singing, and even the movie short Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe. And loads of videos of foreign singers(including several Oom Kalthum videos). So, now the world world is online in video. There are still mass quantities of people blogging in print, so the human race is online to meet. If we could stop wanting to kill each other in person.
So, I am back blogging. I hope I can get into a routine of doing this on a more regular basis, and not let months go by without offering anything to the world. Hopefully my life will stay organized and stable, but as Mama said to Eunice, "Well, welcome to Earth, Eunice!"
For the historical record, My Name is Earl just came on the air(Earl and Randy rescue Catalina in Mexico). In the last blogging in Nov. I mentioned that Castro was at the door of death, but in late March he is still alive.
So, you all do your things, and keep waiting--for I will return with more blogs. Di di mau.