Monthly Archives: May 2009

Cheney To Have Spleenectomy

Washington DC - Former Vice President Dick Cheney will enter Walter Reed hospital next week for a rare procedure to remove a large portion of his spleen. “There are some people who have an overactive spleen. The former Vice President has the most overactive one I’ve ever seen. This should make him more comfortable and help with the frequent venting,” said head surgeon Dr. Justin Anout.

Today’s Latin Phrase: “nos non peto diversus altus schola una”

Didn’t we go to different high schools together?

Today’s Recycled Word: Obambulate

Words are falling out of common use everyday. When was the last time you used a shoe hook, went pace egging or ate haggis? Or for that matter, when was the last time you heard of someone obambulating? We note that to obambulate means to wander aimlessly. However, this muscular and clinical sounding word is crying out for a more common definition. So we offer the following alternative definition:

Obambulate

intransitive verb, obambulate, obambulating

1. to choke to near asphyxiation during a violent verbal tirade against Barack Obama, as in “Mr. Limbaugh obambulated on his show again today and had to be taken to the emergency room.”
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Today’s Poem by William Stafford

Ask Me

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.

How To Enjoy Opera

People who grew up with pop music and are appreciative of songs that incorporate melody, meter, and lyrics are often at a loss when it comes to opera. “What is she doing behind the horse?” and “I can’t get past the ear pain” are comments often heard from modern opera-phobes.

A fear of opera can sometimes be relieved by understanding it’s origins. Opera was invented by mid-evil European monarchs who wanted elaborate distractions in the evening to help disguise the noise from their stomach distress and the occasional drawing-and-quartering of petty criminals . The monarchs asked their court composers to come up with something loud, long, inscrutable, and if all else failed, to march in the army wearing thong underwear. Many other ancient art forms born from less inspiration endure today. Consider the Ice Capades. The Ice Capades began when early farmers had to cross frozen lakes in winter to reach their fields and held onto the tails of cows to steady themselves. The cows would become frightened and let go of their bowels. The farmers would dance wildly to avoid the bovine barrage and eventually someone put the whole thing to pop music.

Opera novices will find that learning something about the underlying story before attending a performance will enhance their enjoyment. For example, consider Mozart’s classic tale of the Magic Flute. The Magic Flute showcases many classic plot elements of this timeless art form: a gay prince, a gay serpent, a gay bird catcher who dresses in feathers — except for winter formals, some handsome slaves, a Queen of the Night, bondage, a priest (not what you are thinking,) secret initiation rites (“Oh Isis and Osiris!”,) and lovely silver bells with matching candlesticks. Oh, and a flute. I won’t spoil the ending for you except to say that it involves a happy couple moving into a very well decorated bird’s nest.

Opera has a vocabulary all it’s own. There are a few terms the opera novice must be familiar with:

Goetterdaemmerung: this is the sound an opera director makes when he hears a new opera for the first time.

Bass: the lowest male voice. A bass performer can often be identified by a large “fish-in-the-pants.”

Basso buffo: false six-pack abs worn by a leading man.

Canzone: opera people are big and often pork up on these traditional delicacies after a tiring performance. You can buy them in the frozen food section next to the cavatinas.

Sotto voce: a director will often ask a performer to sing “under the voice” or sometimes even “under the influence.” Singing sotto voce can be compared to “whistling Dixie” from an alternate orifice and can be very effective in a large theater.

Spinto: a kind of voice which is “pushed” through a constriction or “spincter.”

Many people are surprised to learn that operas have a beginning, middle and end. “Can I leave now?” is often heard in darkened opera halls from neophytes who believe it is over when the fat lady sings or who think that opera is about having a fun night out. Don’t let their comments concern you. There is a natural fear of being played the fool when three hours have passed, the muppet people on stage have barely moved, and no one has died in a car crash or gotten laid. The Friends of Opera, or the Dixie Whistlers as they are often called, publish opera guides with tips for those who are new to the art form. For example, some enthusiasts find singing along often helps their enjoyment and that of those around them. If you do not know all the words, ululating, like an Arab woman expressing grief, can fill in the gaps. A new opera buff at the Metropolitan reported, while singing along in this manner, that she attracted the animated attention of the stars at a recent performance.

Opera has a thriving market in collectables that you may also enjoy. The early “Pavarotti is a Hotti” buttons are selling on eBay at amazing prices. You might consider enhancing your opera experience by accessorizing with some of these collectables when you attend a performance, especially the faux opera costumes, in the manner made popular by the Rocky Horror Picture Show audiences. Some theaters have reserved special rooms for people who attend in this attire. Look for the audience members who are warming up by ululating to each other in the lobby. They can show you where it is.

If I haven’t yet convinced you of the joys of opera, perhaps an illustration may help you decide if opera is worth exploring. Consider the story of three friends, a psychologist, a judge and a fraternity member who went together to the opera for the first time. As they were leaving the theater after the show the psychologist said, ” I loved the Nietzschean emphasis on the absurd and the strong Jungian sub-text.” The judge said, “I enjoyed the morality play and the prototypical struggle between good and evil.” The fraternity member replied, “Did you see the hooters on that she-male?”

Indeed, opera has something for everyone who is willing to put their fears aside, as well as what they know about entertainment.

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Today’s Epigram by Thoreau

“Be not simply good. Be good for something.”

-Henry David Thoreau

Today’s Anagrams for “Arnold Schwarzenegger”

Arranger Schnoz, Geld We?

A Dangler Schnoz Regrew

A Grazers Wrench Dongle

Today’s Epigram by William Blake

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

—William Blake

Today’s Poem: I Sing The Body IKEA

I sing the body IKEA, noble in spirit, containing multitudes, worlds within worlds.

Oh, blue natal church of our deliverance, birthing room of our new beginnings. Receive us.

We are poor supplicants, barely worthy to visit sacred Smaland.  Receive our tithings and grant us entrance. Your ranks of chaise lounges, your rows of toilet brushes with matching caddy and soap dispensers sing hymns of annointed ease and grace.

Thy Swedish object names sibilant and soothing, speak of nobler realms and simpler times, unsullied, and unhurried.  Like the Celts of old, who laid the golden boughs on the sacred forest hearth, we  place our rubber trays of utensils on the veneered common life table of our humanity.

We gather our indulgences and file slowly towards your checkout alter, mindful that our grace is fleeting. And though our last minute purchases of compact flourescent bulbs may only nourish our desire for a but a nano-second longer than it takes to scan them and place them in the folds of our robes, grant us that nano-second in peace.

Now penitent, watchful through blinkered eyes for we know not the hour of our arising, with the power of our mute relics quickly ebbing through the tines of our shopping carts, we hurry to our cars, assume the position behind the steering wheel and proceed in reverse through the gates of thy blazing blue Eden.

Today’s Poem: Seen From The Train

Seen From The Train

A blathery of world travelers

A paint pot of flowers in a summer field

A smudge of canals

An O’Keefe of wild flowers

A hump of dry brown hills

A paling of morning light on farm fields

A florescence of mothballed batttleships

A rustication of quonset huts

A tedium of fence line

An impaling of river pilings

A flickering of bridge girders

A clotting of concrete rubble

A misery of storefronts

A bramble of steel piping

A shudder of field grass

A velvet of cover crops

A catenary of power lines

An Edward Hopper steel warehouse with a blue door

A chuckle of small birds

A droop of palm trees

An audacity of hill houses

A sweetness of marsh grass

A wilding of grafitti

A revival gathering of oak trees

A gust of summer scarves

A bloom of sewer smells

A joined sideburns and handlebar moustache on a farm worker

Todays Poem by Pushkin, Translated by Nabokov

I Loved You

I loved you: lover, perhaps is yet

not quite extinguised in my soul;

but let it trouble you no more;

with nothing do I wish to sadden you.


I loved you mutely, without hope,

either by shyness irked or jealously;

I loved you so sincerely, with such tenderness,

as by another loved God grant you be.

Today’s Poem by D.H. Lawrence

Wild Things in Captivity

Wild things in captivity
while they keep their own wild purity
won't breed, they mope, they die.

All men are in captivity,
active with captive activity,
and the best won't breed, though they don't know why.

The great cage of our domesticity
kills sex in a man, the simplicity
of desire is distorted and twisted awry.

And so, with bitter perversity,
gritting against the great adversity,
they young ones copulate, hate it, and want to cry.

Sex is a state of grace.
In a cage it can't take place.
Break the cage then, start in and try.

Ask The Biologist: “Why Do People Pick Their Noses While Driving?”

Dear Mr. Biologist,

“Why do people pick their noses while driving? Do they think no one can see them? I am appalled. Sometimes when I get stuck in traffic and look around, I feel like I am at the zoo and the animals are feeding.”

-Stuck and Disgusted

Dear Stuck,

Your zoo analogy is quite appropriate. Nose picking is part of animal grooming and serves as a bonding behavior in groups. Those people sitting in the cars around you have subconsciously formed a temporary tribe while stuck in traffic and are reverting to bonding behavior. Why fight it? You might join them next time and see if you make a new friend.

–Mr. Biologist
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Today’s Anagrams: Nancy Pelosi

Anagrams for Nancy Pelosi:

Nosy Pelican

Clean Spin Yo

Lace Pinyons

Today’s Epigram by Camus

There is in this world beauty and there are the dispossessed. We must strive, as difficult as it is, to be faithful to both.

–Albert Camus