Regulations. It's all about regulations. Its all for the greater good. It simply isn't safe to have fat guys in red suits running around in sleighs without brake lights. Even with the plethora of new cars being advertised that stop on their own. People traveling behind that sleigh should all have the opportunity to be warned by brake lights.
And another thing - do reindeer poop when pulling that sleigh? How many sleigh followers have had their windshields covered in reindeer poop? Clearly another safety issue. Another regulation needed, to be sure. We need to make travel safe for all, don't ya know.
And that bag. Clearly Mr. Claus cannot see clearly behind him with that big bag - at least for half of his trip. Another regulation crying to be in place.
Clearly we must consider regulating Christmas to keep everyone safe from that accident waiting to happen - aka Santa in his sleigh. I mean he has already taken out Grandma. Who is next? We simply cannot allow this to continue unregulated. We have plenty of time ot get this atrocity before the holiday season assaults our senses with Christmas ads, floating heads Santas and barking dogs.
This weeks tussle with insanity was suggested by Lin.
This weeks topic comes from the fertile mind of Lin - methinks this is her musical equivalent of a fractal equation from her mathematician better half. How did she even know a buffalo petite such as I had a dancing school diploma? Alas - when the knees go so does the dancing and my knees are long gone. Diploma expired. Condemned to sitting and watching. Aided by a few adult beverages. Another of those life changing events. I have mentioned before that at one time I was a member of a Polynesian dance troupe. True story. One of the many things I did was the Samoan fire knife.I was pretty good at it too - but admittedly was never as good looking as the guy in this photo but I could do the knife tricks. The Samoan knife dances sere the mostr fun things we did as far as I was concerned but the Maori Hakas were a close second. - maybe because those bead skirts were more manly that th egrass skirts we wore for Tahitian.
. New Zealand sport teams perform hakas prior to international matches - check out the American pro basketball player responses in this one.
My dancing career lasted about three years and ended about the time I quit playing football in college. Lynn was not thrilled about the coed dressing rooms and stuff like that.The friend that got me involved is now a well respected Kumu with a professional dance troupe he He's been one of my best friends since sixth grade. And there are NO existing photos of me in a grass skirt Ramana so don't ask.
Fresh on the heels of last weeks Old Days comes this weeks topic - Aging. Ramana proposed the topic and since he does not eat meat I think it is a safe assumption he was not thinking wet or dry when he conjured said topic.
Truth be told, when you consider wet and dry aging both refer to methods of meat spoilage allegedly to increase the flavor maybe Rummy has the right idea.
Now when it comes to adult beverages like wine and single-malt whiskey. aging does improve the taste. I have personally experimented numerous times over the years and can conclusively say it is a fact. 12-yr old Glenlivet is excellent, 18-yr and 21-yr old Glenlivet are even better. I suspect the adage holds true for other adult beverages although most of my experience is with single-malts and red wine - along with beer. And
even though I am not a wine aficionado by any stretch of the
imagination, I know last weeks Merlot will taste better in a yea
From the moment of our birth we begin the aging process until it stops. As part of the process we grow up - and out. Our hair changes color, typically going to some shade of gray. In some cases the hair flees the scene. But no matter what, there are fundamental things that occur as we age.
Joints may ache due to years of abuse or arthritis. Some places on our body may sag a bit as we age. And occasionally we have memory lapses. But through it all, the aging process is just that - a process. Every day it moves us toward the end of the line. Speaking of which - it is time to see what the other LBC posters have to say about aging.
This weeks topic was my suggestion. Were the old days really better than today? Certainly there were good days - we were all kids once. Playing baseball every day during the summer. Watching favorite TV shows with friends and family. Playing jacks with Sally Ann Ransdell (she whipped my butt regularly). Saturday at the Uptown Theater for an entire day of horror movies Saturdays or the Bowery Boys laugh fests with Leo Gorcey and Huntz Hal.
At the same time a substantial part of the population lived a lie - in the closet hiding their homosexuality. Real careers were only a dream for 50% of the population. The female half. And in many parts of the country segregation was the order of the day. In my home town it wasn't always an obvious thing but it was there bubbling beneath the surface. All of which reminds me of a line from one of my favorite songs - Yesterdays over my shoulder but I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me and I know that I just can't go wrong with these changes in attitude, changes in latitude". Life is about change. Drink your nostalgic kool aid on occasion and play this tune once in a while.
Now to some the old days pertains to today. Every day. At 66 most days I feel my age in my joints. That's my fault for not taking better care of myself physically over the years. But remember that old adage "Everyone grows old but not everyone grows up". That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
