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Once Upon A George

"Where would we be without comedy?" That is a question a teacher once posed to our class in the midst of a lecture interruption which, at the time seemed so relevant that the joke couldn't wait. I've since found it to be a rather interesting question worthy of silent cognition. Some two years later I think that there might be an answer inside of me to it that isn't completely smart assed.
George Carlin was a man who shaped the modern form of American comedy who died last week. He was well known by the time I was introduced to him via a friend with an 8 or 9 hour VCR tape. Many a weekend slumber party during high school we fell asleep to his vastly adult comedic style. In those days his vocabulary seemed impressive and his expletives not gratuitous, rather they were deliberate and poetic, not absurd without any point. Certainly he was unlike anyone else I knew.
I didn't know him personally. He was an entertainer when my eyes were glued to the guy with attitude for miles. Once I did see his live show in Idaho Falls, probably year 2004. What he said that night, the impersonal way he delivered his messy ideas by pulling out a piece of notepaper to test the worst material I have ever listened to makes it an ironic ease to say "thank you" and "goodbye". Here's what my fifty dollar ticket paid for: half of his act onstage that night was about necrophilia. It was bad. Shit. Now he's dead. Now it makes what he said a teensy weensy bit sick/funny. Did he have such a hold on his own mortality that he said those things for a purpose beyond getting laugh after laugh at that very show? If any of you go to hell, let me know.
Overall I join the world in saying goodbye to a man who made think to his comedy. The following ten quotes from Carlin have been yanked from the number one cousin who has his own gift of astounding perception, thanks B.


Ten From George Carlin

What if there were no hypothetical questions?

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, “Where’s the self-help section?” She said, if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.

Why don’t sheep shrink when it rains?

Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.

If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

Sphairistike Anyone?!

The beauty of tennis has nothing to do with being ranked. The game itself is accessible to most anyone who wants to play. Right now the Wimbledon championship is full swing in its modern continuation of a game once called Sphairistike in 1877. Lawn tennis is not a difficult game to enjoy (at least it's not as hard as pronouncing Sphairistike I hope), good call on that name change guys.

http://aeltc.wimbledon.org/en_GB/about/history/history.html


My own experience with lawn tennis is pretty limited. I've only attempted the grass court a handful of times and wouldn't know where to find one locally. One interesting side court note, if you will is that my husband once worked with a tennis court installer in my hometown. They tore out that very court I played on as a child and put it into the front lawn of his home some 25 years later, but still a wild coincidence. The hard court surface has been where I spent many years cultivating a sport. When I couldn't get to the court there was a wall sans windows across the street which took quite a beating.
"What brings this on?" you might ask if you aren't playing tennis. A combination of watching what has to be my favorite of the big tournaments on television this week.
Ana Ivanovic came off of a big win at the French Open with a number one world wide ranking, don't even get me started about clay surface play, only to be defeated today by China's Zheng Jie who was ranked 133 before this game. Although I don't think anyone is surprised. After Zheng took the first set at 6-1 it became obvious that you are only as good as your latest match rankings be damned. There is no room for a bad day in a tournament of this caliber and they all have reason to chin up. The hours of expertise cultivated to prepare for Wimbledon indicate that we are watching the best in the world.
As for the rest of us. If you live in a town with a wall or public court there is no good reason not to grab a racket the appropriate balls, and a partner. Our town has a tennis club who meet each weekend. I left them alone last year, but they wont get out of playing me this year. See you Saturday Sunset Park players. Lucky for you I've yet to warm up this year, trust me we'll all be better off with my hope to "take it easy". As I remember it takes some time for my mind to recognize what my body is able to do.

The picture above is my latest racket, you may call him 'Wilson'. If you see him on the court consider yourself in love.

Mentally Will

Here are some words and images that I intend to blend, dears. There must be a mission statement in my brain here somewhere. It's subject to change much like most everything.

A woman reinventing a personal lively blog which is an expression without reservation intended to be found. These are merely impressions of my perceptions complete or not, and I invite you to simply consider them for yourself.

By the way, it's a beautiful summer afternoon where I live. There are white topped Mountains in the far reaches of my eyes. And the yard is a most wavy shade of green. It's three o'clock and all is well.