Happy May Day, Comrades!
For the last few weeks, I've been off indulging my id. By that, I mean that I've been watching a lot of American Gladiators re-runs in my underwear, eating my weight in pretzel chips and hummus, and enjoying my new HDTV, which brings me something like 5 baseball games a night.
I've read a some books: Steve Martin's autobiography Born Standing Up, Gay Talese's The Bridge, The Hardball Times Baseball Annual 2009, Baseball Prospectus 2009: The Essential Guide to the 2009 Baseball Season, Bill Bryson's The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid.
I'm about to start John Dos Passos's Manhattan Transfer and I've pre-ordered a couple of books that won't be released until later in the year, but I'll be sure to update as those come. Also, the reading of the book Manhattan Transfer led me to download the full collection of albums by The Manhattan Transfer, the American jazz combo.
Most terribly, Bea Arthur died since we last spoke. Needless to say, I'm crushed by this development. She was a like my very own, really sarcastic, baritone-voiced great-great-great grandmother. I still have a couple of shirts with her countenance on them that I will still be wearing with pride. In honor of Bea, please find the lyrics to the theme song from Maude, "And Then There's Maude" (written entirely from my memory, so there may be errors):
R.I.P. Bea. Mourn you 'till I join you.
Also, apparently, there's some sort of flu bug going around. I haven't heard much about it (the news outlets are really covering it that much), but if I find anything out about it, I'll be sure to pass it along.
I've read a some books: Steve Martin's autobiography Born Standing Up, Gay Talese's The Bridge, The Hardball Times Baseball Annual 2009, Baseball Prospectus 2009: The Essential Guide to the 2009 Baseball Season, Bill Bryson's The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid.
I'm about to start John Dos Passos's Manhattan Transfer and I've pre-ordered a couple of books that won't be released until later in the year, but I'll be sure to update as those come. Also, the reading of the book Manhattan Transfer led me to download the full collection of albums by The Manhattan Transfer, the American jazz combo.
Most terribly, Bea Arthur died since we last spoke. Needless to say, I'm crushed by this development. She was a like my very own, really sarcastic, baritone-voiced great-great-great grandmother. I still have a couple of shirts with her countenance on them that I will still be wearing with pride. In honor of Bea, please find the lyrics to the theme song from Maude, "And Then There's Maude" (written entirely from my memory, so there may be errors):
Lady Godiva was a freedom rider,
she didn't care if the whole world looked.
Joan of Arc with the Lord to guide her,
she was a sister who really cooked.
Something something a bad roll something
And something else was a doughed up
And when the country was torn apart,
Betsy Ross got it all sewed up.
And then there's Maude (x6)
Positively hypnotizing, altogether something-izing, right on Maude.
R.I.P. Bea. Mourn you 'till I join you.
Also, apparently, there's some sort of flu bug going around. I haven't heard much about it (the news outlets are really covering it that much), but if I find anything out about it, I'll be sure to pass it along.
Labels: American Gladiators, books, the flu, The Manhattan Transfer
posted by G.Wo @ 1:07 PM
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