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It's Only Funny When People Fall Down...
...But not when animals fall, because only people have dignity, and therefore only people can lose it.
At least that's what Chesterton said via my paraphrasing.
I fell down my stairs today.
It's ok - I'm not hurt. I've got a body of iron - it's amazing really. I've fallen off things, from things, through things, etc., but nary a bone have a broken, barely a bruise have I had.
Anyway, we made up jingles in class today. The students asked for an example, so I sang them the Big Mac song - everybody now!
"Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame bun!"
When I finished, there was this long moment of silence, and then one brave soul said, "Can you do that again?"
THEY HAD NEVER HEARD THE BIG MAC SONG!
When were these people born - last year?!
Oh, my dignity...
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 1/31/2008 11:56:00 PM | (0) comments
He's Only Mostly Dead!
(Spoiler Alert: Lost Season Premier)
OK!
Wait.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
How did LOCKE KNOW CHARLIE HAD WRITTEN "NOT PENNYS BOAT" ON HIS HAND?
And why is no one talking about this?
Did Only Mostly Dead Charlie slap his hand on Lockes head?
Or MAYBE he visited Locke (and Jacob) after he died and came back to life sorta!
(By the way - my apostrophe isnt working - in fact, when I use it, it sends me to the "find on this page" thing - weird!)
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 1/31/2008 11:12:00 PM | (0) comments
Technocolor Theology
I've been challenged to a dueling poetry-of-cheese slam...
Will post it for you when I've got it.
In other thoughts - What is the Theology of Color?
An associate of mine, who is an Old Testament Prof, has suggested that color may have God-given meaning and that this may have some importance to the doing of theology. And then he asked a wonderful question: "What color is your faith?"
Mmmmmm...tasty.
My reconcilation of Aristotle and Plato has led me to believe that God's creation is something akin to a landscape portrait with a canvas, paint and paintbrushes lying in the grass waiting to be picked up. In otherwords, there is both God's creation (Mt. Everest) and our call to create (Mt. Everest paintings, Mt. Everest stories and legends, Mt. Everest tacky souvenir items?). As such, I'm willing to buy the idea of the Theology of Color - color with God-given meaning, but I'm also inclined to to say that God is interested in the meaning we give to color as well...
Anyway, it's late and I'm tired. More on all this later.
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 1/29/2008 10:57:00 PM | (0) comments
These People CRAZY!
Two thoughts on Ye Ol' Ebonics...
1) In our sicko-consumeristic-feed-me-with-more-of-that-cheap-ass-junk-from-Target society, I'd like to take a moment to recognize a true center of creativity in U.S. culture - Ebonics/African-American Vernacular/Rapper Lyrics. No, Mr. Rapper Guy, I don't like what you say about women, substance abuse, clan warfare and anarchy, but your twisted heart still beats out a glimmer of the Imago Dei. Your heart still brings forth creativity, that one certain characteristic of those made in God's image. Every three months, you've got a new turn of phrase. Thank you.
2) As an English professor, I'll add my voice to the crowd who claims (though they don't say much these days) that Ebonics (African American Vernacular) is a rather sophisticated, rule-abiding vernacular. Does that make it another language? No...but an interesting, valid dialect? Yes.
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In other news, I got wife'd.
Got Wife'd: /got wyft / phr v, colloq - To be suddenly, without warning or cause, reminded by a fellow converser that he has a wife. This action happens primarily when single women engage in thoughtful and interesting conversations with married men and is believed to indicate an enormous amount of egoism on the part of the male who deludes himself with the false fantasy of irresistible masculine virility. Other studies suggest getting wife'd is more of a defensive move, used by the male to vocally remind himself that he does indeed have a wife. In these studies, getting wife'd was proceeded by the enlarging of the male genitalia and a sudden drop of blood flow to the brain. To get wife'd, getting wife'd, got wife'd. Varient: Done been wife'd.
I'm sick of getting wife'd - go get yo'self a counselor.
Out.
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 1/28/2008 10:31:00 AM | (3) comments
The Blizzard Roar
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White out conditions
At sixty an hour -
I am my own blizzard.
No time to shower,
So why'd you expect
Me to brush off this car?
I'm ten minutes late
And barely two hundred yards
Out of my driveway
In this gas-powered snowball
And no one can tell
What the hell is involved...
In this miniature
Low-pressure system
Ripping apart
Those foolish fit joggers
Who should have run in the park.
But they thought it was safe
To run down the road
So now we'll just call them
"Jog a la mode."
ROAR!
(c) Lois Johnson
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 1/27/2008 12:28:00 AM | (1) comments
I'm Normally Extraordinary
How hard must it be to remain normal when 28,000 people are chanting your name? But, ironically, having remained normal, you become extraordinary.
posted by Headless-in-GR @ 1/13/2008 01:52:00 AM | (0) comments
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