Today is a fantastic day for multifaceted reasons. First,
We had an excellent discussion on the possible nomenclature of
Masta Rasta Rakka Chakka Stakka
Then debated why Henry Wadsworth Longfellow would fabricate the story of Paul Revere eclipsing the real-life story of Israel Bissel. I won with the following Yiddish adaptation of "Paul Revere's Ride"
Harken me kinder and gimme a listel
Of the miten-tog gezuntel of Israel Bissel,
On the yom of 18, in yortseit of past;
A yungermantshik mount ferd fast!
Nisht do gedacht from da var...
Tonight, I'm firing up the grill, lighting a cigar, wrapping my meat-hooks around an ice cold bottle of Corona, and grilling salmon. I wish you were here.
I'm really enjoying the last track of the new BSG soundtrack, Black Market which is very Marrakesh in tone. It stays with me.
Started whistling tunes from Paint Your Wagon much to the consternation of my staff. Sucks to be them.
So sitting on my Daily Service Review this morning, where the only thing I am required to utter are the words, "Zero Green" severely limits my expression, I instead chose to play this. In the cacophony which followed I was asked to play it again for its humor value, heard something which suggested that it was the epitome of laziness, and applauded for creativity. Lots of different perspectives for two simple words.
Talked with Tony on the phone today a little bit - that's always fun, and my mother twice, which is almost unprecedented.