Tomorrow, I will begin a new tradition. Every day, I will post here my “thoughts for the day” in addition to my regular, or irregular, stream-of-consciousness posts.
These “thoughts for the day” won’t necessarily be motivational pep talks to myself, but there will be times when that is precisely what they will be. Mostly, though, they will be things that are relevant to me on that day. I hope they will be relevant to other people, too. Unlike my sometimes too-intense rants, they may be on the lighter side. But not always.
My new tradition will not replace my old traditions. For example, I will still eat black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day (for prosperity). And I will refrain from doing laundry on New Year’s Day (AKA “washing for a corpse”). I will enjoy chile con queso and tamales and beer on Christmas Eve. I will eat hot-dogs on all traditional “eat hot-dogs days.” I have loads of traditions. More than I realize, I think.
I hope those who subscribe to my updates will indulge me by accepting what probably will be two updates on most days. I hope at least one of them may be useful or thought-provoking or, at least, entertaining.
Ultimately, though, this blog and my new tradition target me. I will have succeeded if, eventually, I find value in writing or in reading what I have written.
Juan, the menu was excellent and the music was superb! I have always really liked Crash Test Dummies; that deep, deep voice seems almost unreal, but it is very real, indeed!
Your new tradition sounds wonderful, John. All the best to you and Janine in the new year!
Juan, no, don’t think it gets any better than that! Good Lord, your menu is perfection!
Already the unlucky 13 is leaving. New times a’coming! I will certainly be looking forward to your “thoughts of the day” for our new year!
Having a bit of Bourdeaux, getting a steak ready for the pit, having some goat cheese with a french baguette of bread — along with some of that virgin olive oil and spice for bread-dipping, even got some Castelvetrano olives on the side, and even have a stash of olives stuffed with blue cheese … how can things be better than that!
email me your number….give you a call tomorrow!
This song’s for you and for me — and for all of us who attempt that “heroic sense of ‘doing something’ in the face of so many doing nothing.”
(lyrics)
“Superman’s Song”
Tarzan wasn’t a ladies’ man
He’d just come along and scoop ’em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin’ around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing
[Chorus:]
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him
Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going
Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: “I Tarzan, You Jane.”
Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
I’ll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihUIPlLw2ZE