How does anyone keep up with Pop Culture? I used to watch the Olympics; now I don’t have a TV, so I’m not even going to attempt to know who is making the sports news. I’m also not attempting to keep up with movies and music. Or social networking: no Facebook or Twitter for me.
Steve just asked me, “How much calmer would you be if you played in a string quartet every day?” Right now we’re listening to Haydn. I proposed an idea a few months ago that I thought would contribute greatly to creating political harmony. I think every member of the President’s cabinet as well as all the representatives in the House and in the Senate should learn to play in chamber ensembles together. Think of how good they would become at listening to each other!
So now I’m going to shut down the laptop and resist the “tyranny of the urgent”. I will not learn one weird trick to reduce belly fat or make a chocolate cake in one bowl or find out which celebrity wore the dress better. It’s not important, and it’s not worth my attention. Steve and Haydn are. ‘Night!
I love black-capped chickadees. Their distinctive songs are the two-note descending major second and “chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee”. They fly around in happy little groups in the dead of winter, impervious to gloom and cold.
In another corner of my neighborhood, there is a robust icon of Milwaukee: Champion Chicken.
I’m not sure there’s a point to this post. Sometimes I just like to look at the juxtaposition of human stuff and non-human stuff on this planet because it brings up some questions and some emotions. Yeah, we ate their food. It’s very close to Steve’s mom’s house, so she treated us to lunch after we shoveled for her. It was tasty and greasy. I hadn’t had fried chicken in a long time. Steve remembers frequenting this place throughout his childhood. He has an appreciation of American kitsch and collects/recycles/sells it online. Is it history? Is it eyesore? Is it embarrassing?
What do you think?