I Got Nothin'
How to keep a determined two year old out of the trash: .......
How to keep a determined two year old from tracking large quantities of white flour throughout the house and into all the holes of the electronics: .....
Somedays, it just pays to be gross, messy and laugh a lot. And buy the extended warranty to everything.
posted by The Warbler | 11/09/2006 07:40:00 PM
8 Comments:
Or just revert back to the title of this missive - got nothin' - if you don't got it , it can't get wrecked by a small terrorist - remeber what we said before - 'tis a gift to be simple (in more ways than one).
And Janis Joplin sang "Freedom means nothing left to lose."
You ever sing/play and Janis, Warbler?
uh.
Look where that got Janis.
I had no idea that playing Janis would make you want to go and O.D. on heroin.
Um, neither did I. Did I miss a transition somewhere?
Thinking you have nothing left to lose is not freedom.
It's probably despair.
I'm not sure it's good to confuse the two states of existence. ( I'm concerned about self-destructive behavior masking itself as freedom, so I'm reluctant to valorize it.)
For example...Our founding fathers ( and the founding mothers, girlfriends, and probably a mistress in there somewhere...who kept them going) had everything to lose when they declared....Freedom.
But they took the risk.
OK, now I get it. Whew! You know, us men really ARE from a different planet. I read "look where it got her" and I thought "death by drugs." Then you said "no, it was the utter despair thing," to paraphrase. Forgive me, I can shift gears like Everett driving his propane truck down there on ole Block Island.
I can't defend the darkness that goes into the best works of poetry and music, such as songs like 'Mister Bo Jangles.' That was a song about a prisoner who had a dog but one day it died and then he went on alcohol and got in trouble.
I don't know, much of this was meant to be enigmatic, like the Beatles 'Penny Lane.' I'll leave you with a piece of it:
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.
Well, I learned something today. This whole time I thought Mr. Bojangles was written as an homage to Bill Robinson, the great entertainer/song and dance man, who was the 'original' Mr. Bojangles. But he was never down and out (at least, not since the tender age of six) and no special note has ever been made to mention he had a dog that died. Nor had he been arrested.
Now I must rethink that song altogether.
Just shows to go...
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