Happy birthday, Bob.
Happy birthday, Bob.
Now you don’t have to choose between Downton Abbey and the Super Bowl.
Life is a game, in which the player must appear ridiculous.”
—Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham
This will work if you’re a Gilbert & Sullivan fan, or if you’re familiar with the song from The Pirates of Penzance, “I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General” (even if you don’t remember where it came from).
As for the biblical philology stuff, I used to hang around people who did this, so yeah, it’s funny if you’re into that stuff too. In fact, it’s hilarious.
Laugh. Or not. The back button is at the upper left.
By the way, the Gilbert & Sullivan Society of Maine will be doing Yeomen of the Guard this year at The Grand in Ellsworth, Feb 6, 7 & 8.
Eight degrees below zero this morning (that’s Fahrenheit; it’s -22 to those of you in the Celsius countries). Northwest wind and sea smoke and the mailboat cancelled all runs today.
Facebook is lit up with people wondering what happened to global warming.
It’s winter, folks. It’s supposed to get cold. The summers in the Arctic are what could become the problem: what’s melted and what’s not. Today, nothing’s melted; everything up there is good and frozen as it’s supposed to be, and some of it’s blowing this way.
Here is a lesson from the British on how to understand the phenomenon. Study it. It could keep you out of jail.
Never mind the Seahawks and the Broncos. Bring on the Germans and the Greeks! Monty Python takes a thoughtful look at football (the European kind, but you’ll get the idea).
It’s for those of us trying to find meaning in the Super Bowl frenzy, but can’t, quite. Until now.
How about that Socrates, eh?
Like most of us, then or now, Binkley and Portnoy in the cartoon below are looking back at the previous year and pondering the year to come. Nineteen eighty-four had been on the way, ominously, since 1948 when Orwell published the book and, for lack of a better title, transposed ’48 into ’84. It worked for a while, seemingly far into the future, but the title lost its impact when the year finally came and nothing much happened except for Reagan getting re-elected. The book remains however one of the best prophecies against totalitarian government because what lurks within its pages can certainly happen—and already has in various countries.
The final line in the cartoon, “Let’s…be careful out there,” refers to Sgt. Phil Esterhaus’s daily benediction to his cops on Hill Street after he’d brief them and give assignments at the beginning of each episode. The actor, Michael Conrad, died mid-season 1983 and was written out of the show in a death that made his character’s legend live on bravely in the hearts of his cops.
But the “Let’s be careful out there” can also refer to the oncoming of 1984, a year of foreboding and altogether too much hype. As it turned out, it could have been a lot worse.
Let’s be careful out there anyway.