Italian Arias

Last night at a local service organization’s awards banquet, I was treated to four Italian arias by a local music professor. She sang acapella, had a wonderful voice, great expression, and did the gracious thing by telling her audience the words in English before launching off into the aria. I watched folks around the room nodding appreciatively as some even mumbled the words in English as she sang them.

What a talent!

What a voice!

What a treat!

Okay, I won’t keep shovelling it because those folks who know me also know that my opinion of opera is rather low. Frankly, I don’t understand it. No, I don’t understand people wanting to sit through a couple of hours of slow moving melodramatic acting while opera singers assault the eardrums of innocent cockroaches*. Really, if we wanted to listen to music in a foreign language, wouldn’t it make more sense to turn on your radio and find a Tejano or Rap station? At least you could punch the buttons every so often and get a breath of live giving classic rock or Celtic music, saving yourself from hours of tedious musical flagellation.

I do appreciate the talent it takes to sing opera. I appreciate the intricacies of mastering Italian, French, German, or whatever language the opera is being sung in. Maybe what I don’t appreciate or should I say “can’t appreciate” is the idea listening to such caterwauling is considered being cultured. Yeah, call me a Bubba because, yes, I would much rather listen to music I understand, watch plays that have an interesting plot and enjoy witty dialogue. Egads, I am practically a libertine. Perhaps deep down I am really just jealous of those who can understand and enjoy a good Italian aria… nah.

Now excuse me as I purge my soul with a dose of Lynard Skynard.

* Do cockroaches have eardrums? Are there really innocent cockroaches? Questions to ponder in another post.

Thirteen Rotten Things I Did as a Kid

Here is my Thursday Thirteen…

1. Tossed firecrackers underneath rocking cars with fogged windows at Southeast Park.

2. Gave a kid the wrong answers to tests. If they were too lazy to study then I was too lazy to give them the right answers.

3. Whacked a bull’s testicles with a rock from my slingshot after being convinced by a brother and cousin this would be a fun thing to do. This one about got me killed. Bulls don’t take such activities lightly.

4. Burned the clutch out of my grandparent’s pick up doing donuts in a plowed field. Yeah, I had to help pay for a new one.

5. Convinced a neighborhood kid he had killed his older brother with a clod during a clod fight and that he should leave home immediately before the cops came and took him away forever. He almost made the highway before he saw his brother riding his bike…

6. Filled a kid’s trombone with crushed ice. Interesting sound…

7. Covered a kid with tumbleweeds. I should say he was terrified of tumbleweeds.

8. Melted a kid’s Tonka toy dump truck with gunpowder. Gunpowder burns extremely hot.

9. Convinced the potentially murderous neighborhood kid that we should build the world’s largest Moltov Cocktail. We filled a 4 ft. flourescent light bulb with gas, but a rag in it, lit it and tossed it against the burn barrels. Took months for our eyebrows to grow back.

10. Ruined my brother’s bike, Part I. Ran his Spyder bike at full speed into the garage door, busting the fork off of the main frame. The one time the brakes fail…

11. Ruined my brother’s bike, Part II. After getting a haircut in town, I was riding home when I pulled off the sidewalk into the main street and was hit by a truck. Bikes don’t do well when hit by trucks.

12. I took care of my neighbor’s chickens when they were out of town. They had a rooster who loved to spur unsuspecting kids so I let him have it with an egg. Egg covered roosters get pecked by all of the other 100+ chickens…Ever seen a featherless rooster? He never spurred me again though…

13. Convinced a kid in the youth group that our parents would enjoy hearing his burping Jesus Loves Me on talent night. Who knew parents were so uptight about religious songs?

How to Make a Minor Prophet

I just finished a class for a small church in a small town. We covered the ever popular Minor Prophets (one of my favorite group of books) who most folks can’t even name, much less care what they had to say. One of the more popular statements/questions I heard was “Why did they make this so hard to read? Have you ever read any of this?” Hmm, yes I have and knowing you don’t have enough time in thirteen weeks to get people to appreciate the nuances of the 12 books you work on getting the major themes covered. So tonight is the last night of the class and they know they will be coming in for a test.

Now I try to make my tests fun and try to make them fairly easy. To take away test anxiety, I split up the room into teams. Everyone works together on their team and the team that finishes first wins a prize. Below is a sample from the test. Try your luck and see if you get the answers right…

1. Haggai wanted the people to go to the mountains for what? A. To get wood for a doozy of a barbecue B. To reconnect with their inner being C. To get materials for the temple

2. What did the rejected shepherd of Zechariah do with the two staffs, Favor and Union(NIV)? A. He broke them B. He rubbed them together to make a fire C. He played fetch with his trained sheep named Earl.

3. In apocalyptic genres, we are to take the images and A. wash their mouths out with soap b. literally c. as symbolic.

4. Gomer was A. a marine who served under Sgt. Carter b. the prostitute who married Hosea c. Micah’s horse.

5. A typical locust plague lasted A. 5 months B. 5 years C. 5 nanoseconds

6. Who was robbing God? A. the temple priests B. Jesse and Frank James C. The I.R.S.

7. Edom was condemned in Obadiah for A. playing with a pair of loaded dice B. giving Judah grief during their time of trial C. for licking the center out of their Oreos

8. A “day of the Lord” meant A. everyone had a day off B. you could get 25% off on all items down at Achmed’s C. a day of judgment was coming.

9. Habakkuk was confident that God’s goodness would prevent him from A. using a foreign army to punish his people B. letting Achmed’s horse win at the Judah Derby C. making the people eat liver.

10. What did it cost Hosea to get his wife back? A. 15 shekels B. 15 minutes of fame C. his soul

Yeah, I know, way too easy although some folks might debate the answer on #10. If you are feeling cocky, here are another 8 for you to take a shot at…

1. God preferred justice, humility, and mercy over A. sacrifice B. chocolate C. a really cool ride.

2. Jonah wanted to die when A. the Assyrians were wearing white after September B. he consumed a bad burrito C. his vine got wormy.

3. In the locust plagues of Joel, the locusts keep eating until A. the cows come home B. all vegetation was gone C. there was nothing left to eat but liver (which is why they died after five months…ooooo a hint for a previous question!).

4. God’s displeasure at the priests in Malachi was shown when he threatened to A. cover them in honey and stake them to ant beds B. make them eat liver C. smear their faces in offal.

5. Amos said he wasn’t A. a prophet or the son of a prophet B. going to eat his lima beans and you couldn’t make him C. able to eat just one potato chip.

6. Obadiah said the people of Edom would be defeated despite their A. good looks B. living among the crags of their mountain fortress C. running the spread offense.

7. Zechariah had a vision of a woman A. in a basket B. being on time C. driving without stopping and asking for directions.

8. Because of Judah’s unfaithfulness, God broke A. bread with them B. his covenant with them C. a nail.

Well let me know how you did, you Minor Prophet scholars you…

Tuesday Tidbits 9/25/06

Tuesday Tidbits – dedicated to the discovery of dirt….or truth, you be the judge.

International News

Saddam is Tossed Again!

Saddam Hussein was ejected from his genocide trial for the second consecutive day following heated arguments with the chief judge Tuesday. Saddam’s former defense minister, Sultan Hashim Ahmad al-Tai, was ejected for shouting at judge Mohammed Oreibi al-Khalifa for throwing out the deposed leader.

The outburst began when Saddam refused to remain silent after repeated requests by al-Khalifa, the head of the five-member judges’ panel. Saddam, clutching his Muslim holy book — the Quran — tried to make a statement, interrupting the prosecution’s questioning of a witness.

“You are a defendant and I’m the judge,” al-Khalifa said, telling Saddam to sit down. “I am the boss here and you must sit down and shut up!” Saddam refused and replied, “You’re not the boss of me! You’re not the boss of me!”

Saddam’s six co-defendants then began to shout. “You’re not the boss of me either!”

“Shut up, no one may speak!” al-Khalifa shouted, pointing his finger at the defendant. “That is when the court decided to eject Saddam Hussein from the courtroom,” al-Khalifa added.

Saddam left with a smile. “Good, I was afraid I was about to miss Judge Judy. Now there is a real judge!” The other defendants stood up in protest and demanded they leave too as they didn’t want to miss out on Judge Judy, but the judge refused.

Al-Tai, a defense minister under Saddam and one of six co-defendants in the trial, was the most vocal, shouting insults at al-Khalifa. “I’m not sitting down!” shouted al-Tai, pointing his finger at the judge. “I served in the army for 44 years and no one dared to shout at me. We are polite and well behaved. We did our killing without a lot of noise. We dropped a few canisters of gas on a few thousand Kurds and we did it without a lot of fanfare and hooplah. We deserve respect for being so quiet and so well behaved during our killings.”

The trial will continue today.

National News

Liquids are Cleared to Fly

Having a change of heart, Homeland Security has decided to allow certain liquids to be carried by passengers. “It is all about being practical and using a little common sense when it comes to the safety of passengers on planes,” Director of Liquid Management, Bob Hastings said. “We decided we may have gone a little overboard when we stopped allowing nursing mothers on planes with their mother’s milk. We actually did some testing to make sure you couldn’t inject Cimtex into a woman’s… uh… well you know. We decided the possibility of such a thing was infeasible… somewhere around the tenth time we got slapped silly.”

Passengers will be able to carry lotions and gels onto airliners again after a six-week ban — but only in tiny containers of 3 ounces or less and only if they’re in clear zip-top plastic bags. Starting today, air travelers also will be able to buy drinks or other liquids or gels at shops inside airport security checkpoints and carry them on board under partially relaxed anti-terror rules.

State News

Local Man’s Death is Being Considered a Homicide

A local man’s death has been moved up to a possible homicide. Joe Bob Gowdy, who was found on a deserted airport road with multiple gunshot wounds to the back, is now being semi-considered as a homicide victim. Local Police Chief Billy Roy Gunter defended the move.

“Well we find there are some pretty interesting evidence that would point to this being a killing instead of a suicide. For instance, there is no gun found at the scene. Lots of casings, but no gun. And how about all those suspicious looking tire tracks we found in the muddy field here? See they are going away from the body through that field and end up at Mr. Gowdy’s ex-wife’s place. Now it would take a big ol’ 4 wheel drive truck to make it through that mud and we don’t see any suspicious vehicles like that around. Yeah it is possible he shot himself in the back and then ate the gun, but we won’t know if that is the case until we get the autopsy back. Until then, we are gonna treat this one like it was a homicide.”

We talked with the ex Mrs. Gowdy who was washing her Toyota 4 Runner trying to get all of the mud out from underneath the flaps. When asked about the her ex’s death, Ms. Gowdy stated that it sure looked like suicide to her because, “Oh Joe Bob said when he couldn’t take it any more he would take a 9mm and shoot himself in the back. 14 times… just to make sure it took. I guess he wasn’t kidding. Now if you don’t mind, I need to finish washing this 4 Runner. Mind handing me a fresh rag? They are in the front seat under my Smith and Wesson 809.”

The police are looking for possible suspects and ask if anyone who might have been in the area of the airport last night to call if they say any suspicious activity.

Editorial

The Fine Art of Road Construction/Repair

One of the great privileges of being an adult is the joy of paying taxes. The constant gifting of our hard earned money to the government allows them to take care of us in the forms of police and fire protection, military services, public health services, and one of my favorites, keeping our roads in pristine shape… whenever they feel such a condition is warranted.

Road Construction/Repair is more of a metamorphosis than a process as every road appears to go through the pollination, fertilization, a laying of eggs, a pupae stage, until the final unveiling of the mature road, ready for us to use and abuse again. Allow me to walk you through these stages of life.

Pollination begins when a certain politician’s family member loses a small foreign vehicle in a crater that has been strategically placed in the passing lane of a main thoroughfare. Constant griping and nagging from the family member piques the interest of the politician prompting them to head into the fertilization stage.

Fertilization occurs when the politician, staying within their species, seeks another insect with the same genes and injects them with the seed of life, money. The female insect, commonly called a contractor, takes the gift given to it by the politician, a rather insanely generous portion, I might add, and mixing it with its genes starts the process of laying an egg.

Laying an egg is not an easy proposition as it requires excavation of the current road to lay the egg in as there are plenty of predators who would love to steal the egg and devour it. These predators are commonly called union laborers and have to be distracted by the insects until they can get the road into an acceptable state of disarray, totally camouflaging the process of road construction. During this stage of growth we have to allow nature to take its course during the slow process of pupae development.

The developing pupae require absolute quiet so the insects go through great pains to make sure the road stays completely free of traffic by placing up signs that say such warnings as; detour, people at work, slow, speed limits greatly reduced, and the ever popular, fines will be doubled during working hours. Traffic slows to a crawl as the pupae slowly produces wings in the form of base being laid, asphalt being placed, and then the packing by slow behemoths who insist on traversing the full length of the pupae at an agonizing speed of 5 mph.

The glorious day of the new road emerging to spread its wings is greeted with the removal of signs and cars once again driving at reasonable pace. The regeneration of life has been completed and proud parents, politician and contractor both, proudly point to their offspring while examining the landscape for another chance to pollinate.

Enjoy that road construction that has you crawling at a pace that would make a turtle laugh because friend, you are watching the miracle of life.

Non-Profit News

Local Volunteers Revitalize City Park

A group of volunteers gathered at Byron Gilgood Park to bring back the natural condition of the park through a project called “Bring Back Byron.” Lead organizer, Betty Bilbrey, was quick to exclaim that the project was a complete success.

“Byron Gilgood was this town’s first official drunk who would spend most evenings in the vacant lot that is not Byron Gilgood Park. The city came in and scraped off the top of the vacant lot and put in meditation circles, walking paths, and all kinds of sensory gardens to promote a sense of serenity within its borders. A few of the citizens of this town who knew Byron Gilgood well, were concerned the town had lost sight of what Byron was all about so we worked all day Saturday and through most of Sunday morning to bring the park back to a state of Byronesque beauty.”

Walking us around the park, Ms. Bilbrey pointing out the newly constructed fountain made of empty beer bottles with a few gin bottles mixed in for color. A row of folks so totally plastered lay scattered in multiple positions among the sensory gardens and the smell of regurgitation had tastefully masked the scent of desert sage and lilacs. It is clear these volunteers have accomplished their goal and brought the Byron Gilgood Park back to a state that only Byron could appreciate.

The town officials aren’t taking to the project lightly as they have removed the bottle fountain and stated such fountains would not be allowed in the park under any circumstances. “This is obviously a form of artistic oppression,” Ms. Bilbrey vehemently stated. “We won’t be kept from honoring Byron’s memory by a few stodgy ol’ soreheads. We’ll keep building bottle fountains until they allow it stay.”

Ms. Bilbrey said anyone who would like to participate in the renovation of Byron Gilgood Park can meet Ms. Bilbrey and other volunteers at the park around sunset on Saturday and plan to work through early Sunday morning. All volunteers are reminded to bring their own sculpting materials for the bottle fountain.

Movie Review

I had the pleasure of watching Lucky Number Slevin and for a Bruce Willis flick, it was quite good. Witty and snappy banter make the film fun and while there is a multitude of violent scenes, you hardly notice as the twists and subplots are skillfully carried out by Morgan Freeman, Sir Ben Kingsley, and Lucy Liu. I would warn you this is not a movie for children as there is language involved.

A guest who never arrives…

Ever wait expectantly for a guest to arrive only to have waited in vain? Not the best of feelings one can experience but it happens. How do you handle it? It seems the options are limited:

Anger – but does that ever really accomplish anything?

Hurt – hmm, sort of a pathetic route to take

Indignant – that seems a form of self serving snobbery

Indifference – lying to yourself doesn’t seem like much of an option, does it?

Sadness – this one seems to be the best option as it can fit nicely in a bruised heart.

Welp, that’s all I’ve got on a Sunday afternoon. Time to go pick at the banjo.

Would You Like to See That?

I was walking out of the supermarket last night when I overheard two elderly ladies having the following discussion.

“We could go on over there and I could show you where I went to school and where I grew up. Would you like that?” the smaller of the two ladies asked. She was definitely the more “with it” of the two and was guiding the taller lady towards the store entrance.

“I dunno. What would we do?”

“Why I could show you everything about my home town and tell you all the stories about the town. The old school is still there and most of the old businesses where I spent my time as a child. Would you like to see that?”

“I dunno.”

I wanted to shout, “Hey lady, I would love to see that! Can I come along?” The history of small towns that are slowly dwindling away just fascinates me and what better way to spend a day than to hear the stories of her small town as seen through her eyes. I didn’t holler out to her as I’m sure she would’ve been freaked out by a complete stranger asking to ride along on her trip down memory lane. For all I know she would’ve pulled a can of pepper spray and treated me to an intimate moment with the asphalt which is something I could really do without.

Instead, I watched them shuffle into the store and wondered if she ever talked the taller lady into going with her. I’m thinking probably not but maybe she did and maybe she was able to revisit some of her own memories.

Alex Haley once said that when an old person dies it is like a library burning to the ground. All of that information is gone forever. I think he was dead on. How much of history is lost in the death of the unheard?

I guess what bothers me most is that too many times as people enter the autumn of their lives we fail to enjoy the brilliancy of the colors displayed in their memories as they slowly lose them in their journey towards the winter of life. (Okay, that was a sappy metaphoric bit of commentary but hey, creative license, right?). Soon all we are left with are a few pictures, if we are lucky, a conversation or two with someone who knew them and the vibrancy of their moment in the fabric of human history fades forever.

Now looking back, I wish I would’ve said, “Yes ma’am, I would like to see that.”

Today is Chocolate Day

I know you thought today was the first day of Autumn, and it is, but it is also National Chocolate Day. For those out there who adore chocolate, today is your day to choc on out and get that total sugar buzz that comes from an overindulgence in the finer offerings from the chocolate families.

Me, I like the Toblerone… excellent stuff but I do watch my intake only partaking on special occasions and who knows, maybe today is such an occasion. Might just have to take a trip down to Walgreens and pick up one of those triangular tasty treats.

So what is your favorite type of chocolate?

Some more Raymondisms

I used an expression from my friend Raymond in my previous post and it just spurred all sorts of memories of some of his great expressions. I thought I would post some of them just for prosperiety sake.

  • Oooooooo this is so good it’ll make you want to slap your momma. (Generally this was said after he had just had tasted something most excellent. As a cook, I always thought it was the best of compliments.)
  • Sometimes a man just needs a good beatin’ to set him straight. I think the Lord understands that… Give me just ten minutes with him and I will guarantee that he will have as thorough of a beating he can get and he will see the world differently when his eyes finally open. (I should mention that Raymond used to make a living from local bar owners who paid him to go start a fight in a competitors bar… to say he had seen the rougher side of life would be an understatement.)
  • Man, you cook good enough to work for the governor. (This was not a compliment as he was referring to cooks in the prison system, a system he spent eight years in for armed robbery.)
  • Man, your guitar playing is bringing tears to my eyes. (Another slam as Raymond was an exceptional musician and if you were bringing tears to his eyes, your playing was pretty horrible.)
  • You know, my old lady and I get along because we are so agreeable. We agree that we can’t stand each other. (His marriage did end up in a divorce and that is when he left town. I guess he lost the right to live here in the divorce decree.)
  • You know the best two things in life are fishing and sex. You have to work hard at getting them to take the bait and even then you are at the mercy of luck and the weather. From the looks of thing it is going to be a bad day for both. (This statement was usually followed by an hour of funny ancedotes about his relationships so I never got around to asking how the weather affected women. I’m thinking I probably don’t want to know.)
  • Are you having a good day Doc? Wife treating you right? You weren’t fighting or anything this morning were you? No offense, but I need you to be in a good mood and concentrating on your work…(He said this line right before he went into surgery. I still think it is probably one of the most excellent questions a person could ask a surgeon on the day of surgery.)

Welp, I haven’t seen Raymond in years. I miss our conversations and I miss how he could make me laugh so hard. I hope wherever he is that he is in a “Slap me silly and call me Shorty” state of mind.

Slap me silly and call me shorty

I had a great friend who would always exclaim, “Well slap me silly and call me Shorty” whenever he got excited about anything. It really didn’t matter what the event was, it just mattered that he was thrilled with the possibilities. I love the expression and use it all the time whenever something great has just occurred.

I feel like I am on the edge of such a moment. If everything works right, I will be helping my son move back home. His current situation isn’t the best and it will be a great opportunity for him to start over in a safe place, something that is important to me and to him. I’m looking forward to having him back in Texas because before he left, we would take long walks, have great discussions, and enjoyed a friendship I’m not sure all dads get to enjoy with their sons. We don’t always see everything in quite the same vein, but we do appreciate the other’s opinion.

I consider myself blessed because I have four kids I’m proud of and who keep amazing me with their insights, humor, and how they keep getting through life’s trials. I do wish I was closer to some of them but perhaps one of the characteristics I admire the most is their independence. Well this is starting to get sappy so I’ll stop.

Yuppers, just slap me silly and call me Shorty…

Thursday Thirteen

  1. Thirteen Beliefs of Frustrated1…. I believe Texas is the greatest state ever!
  2. I believe if you fish to catch fish, you’ve missed out on the serenity of the sport.
  3. I believe they should allow me to have flashing red and blue lights on my car so I can get through traffic quicker.
  4. I believe most men use maps instead of asking for directions because we really enjoy irritating the women who are with us.
  5. I believe there is a reason dogs howl when they hear C&W music
  6. I believe cats are true practioners of being a free spirit while dogs are practioners of compliance.
  7. I believe guys typically like their women like they like their pets (cat lovers enjoy free spirited women, dog lovers love compliant women… fish lovers probably have womb issues=insecure around non-matronly women…and bird lovers are probably perverted.)
  8. I believe spotted owls should be preserved. Pickling them is not a bad option as they should still be edible for at least a year.
  9. I believe in my 2nd Amendment rights.
  10. I believe most people enter into politics for noble reasons and soon find themselves having to be ignoble to survive the political environment.
  11. I believe in the U.N. Yup, I believe in the U.N. moving to France.
  12. I believe most politicians have the desire to do good.
  13. I believe most politicians choose not to…
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