Happy Thanksgiving! I have some words about tradition.
I am not a big proponent of tradition. It is good sometimes, but I like to mix things up. I can get bored of things being so the same all the time. Statements like “We always…” and “I have to…” can freak me out sometimes (there are excepts like “I have to sleep.” True statement.). But nonetheless, we always have turkey on thanksgiving, and I’ve been advocating for a few years now to change this rule. How about a delicious Thanksgiving lobster?! Mmmm…
No one agrees with me on this. Year after year, I end up eating turkey and watching other people eat one of four pumpkin pies. (Why do they so often forget to bring an apple pie for those of us who don’t eat pumpkin pie?) One of these days it will become my reponsibility to bring the apple pie and the lobster if that’s how I want to celebrate my thanksgiving.
So maybe we won’t have lobster this year. Someday I would like to just do something different for a change. I’m just thankful that I don’t have to cook the turkey this year. We’d be having turkey lunchmeat sandwiches.
On 3/25/05 I posted an entry about the Sheryl Crow song “Soak Up the Sun”… this woman has some funky lyrics sometimes. I’m not sure what I mean by funky. Stupid? Brilliant? Some combination thereof… I mean she has a song called “My Favorite Mistake.”
What I’m trying to say is that I cannot explain what I like about her new song “Good is Good”. Ok, I take it back. I know why I like the song. I like the way the music and the melody sounds. The lyrics… “good is… good”? What’s with that? And the chorus… “And every time you hear the rolling thunder/You turn around before the lightning strikes…” I’m quite sure that light travels faster than sound, so you see the lightning before you ever hear the thunder. Lyrics like this make me stop and wonder about the intelligence of certain Mizzou graduates.
Happy Thanksgiving to all! May you write brilliant lyrics and may all your good times NOT pass you by!
I’ve heard of people who name their cars, their guitars, their plants… ok, I’m one of them (I’ve got Sparrow, Ariel, Roger…)… But I have never heard anyone name their center of gravity… until earlier this week, that is. A center of gravity is not even tangible! How one can name it I do not know. But apparantly a few years ago a guy I know from church named his center of gravity “Katrina.” Now his center of gravity is also a hurricane. How ironic would it be if he had a terrible sense of balance.
Last night I went swimming with killer whales.
I was in somebody’s backyard pool, swimming around with three or four orcas of varying sizes. I got to hold the little one. I asked what her name was… It was Shamu. Go figure. She was so sleek and pretty and nice to touch. When I was swimming with them, it was warm in the water and I was not afraid. I put my feet on the front of the head of the biggest orca, and he propelled me through the water. It was fantastic.
So I will never go swimming with killer whales in real life, but it was a wonderful dream!