I will go out on a limb here and say that Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz are awfully poor examples of their professions. This disreputable pair sold their souls to the Devil and Oprah Winfrey long ago, but all they got in the deal was a tawdry sort of celebrity in the world of the suggestible.
(Robert Johnson allegedly made the same trade-off but became a terrific guitar player and bluesman as a result of his own arrangement with Old Nick.)
Phil/Oz have popped up recently on FoxNews weighing in with blatherous pronouncements and opinions about Covid-19. We knew that it was only a matter of time before those lips for hire began their dreadful flapping. It’s a perfect marriage of shoddy network and shoddy professionals.
Lord help us (and thank you again, Oprah, for your hand in getting them started).
Ran across these on The New Yorker. See ’em, love ’em, share ’em, is my motto.
When I read of the new Youth Poet Laureate, at first I felt badly because I didn’t know the former one. But then I learned that there wasn’t a former one. Amanda Gorman is the first.
Watching the following video made me somehow proud. Proud to be a tiny part of a country that gives people like Ms. Gorman a chance to have their voices heard.
Here she is on CBS’ Sunday Morning show, reading one of her works. The production is a little schmaltzy, but y’know, I can use a little more schmaltz these days.
Her words are inspirational, and what do you think about her performance? – to me she sounds like Maya Angelou, rapping.
Almost everybody we know here in Paradise is Zoom-ing these days. All that was needed was a platform that was a little easier to use than its predecessors, and off went America into video-conferencing. Yesterday morning we connected with daughter Maja in Lima, and we were going to catch up later in the day with our grandchildren in Denver but that was postponed, because they were all Zoomed out for the day, having just finished an hour online with some other folks.
Robin meets with her church committees and book clubs in this way, and we both attend virtual AA meetings, all of these using the free version of the app. Pret-ty cool, I’d say, to be able to so easily fill in some of the gaps that geography and Covid-19 create.
If you look closely, you will see that there is a duck, a mallard to be precise, in our front yard. He showed up Monday morning. This has never happened before, and personally I took it as an omen.
My only problem is that I don’t know what it predicts, or augurs. I have consulted all of my learned books, which are sadly silent on the subject of ducks. But it really bothered me, as who wants to begin any serious enterprise if it’s all for naught because the celestial plug has already been pulled … you just don’t know it yet?
So I turned to the only person I knew who might shed light on the subject – Ragnar the Imperturbable.
Dear Ragnar: Do you know anything about ducks in the yard? Is there any cosmic significance?
Ragnar: Ducks? You wake me up for ducks? By Freja’s golden hair I’ll …
Dear Ragnar: Really, I do apologize, it’s just that we’re all dithering out here, not wanting to do anything to mess with the gods’ plans. But again, anything at all?
Ragnar: Of course we have duck stuff. The only problem is sorting through it, there’s so much. I need to ask a couple questions of my own, first.
Dear Ragnar: Of course. Go right ahead.
Ragnar: Was it just the one … duck, that is?
Dear Ragnar: No, there was a hen, but she isn’t in the picture.
Ragnar: And what sort of bird was it? Could it have been a Mandarin duck? Or a Baikal teal?
Dear Ragnar: I’m sorry, we believe it to have been a common mallard.
Ragnar: And was it wearing anything … like an item of clothing … or spectacles, perhaps?
Dear Ragnar: No, nothing at all. It was very plain.
Ragnar: Was it up to quite a bit of quacking? More than a duck might usually be expected to do?
Dear Ragnar: It was a singularly quiet waterfowl.
Ragnar: Might it have been mute? That would narrow things down considerably.
Dear Ragnar: We really couldn’t say. We heard nothing.
Ragnar: Alright, here we go then. If a person finds a duck (or ducks) in their yard, nude, mute, and not wearing glasses, there is a very good chance that it might rain before twilight of that same day.
Dear Ragnar: That’s it? It might rain?
Ragnar: Well, what do you want? I don’t make this stuff up on my own, you know. It’s all there in the Book of Aqvavit, one of our most important sources to consult on weighty matters.
Dear Ragnar: Who in the world would bother about such an omen?
Ragnar: Well, let’s say you were planning on hanging out some laundry in preparation for pillaging England …
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Do you get virtual cookies at your virtual aa meeting?
Yes we do, and the great thing is you can eat as many as you want and you won’t gain an ounce
My favorite memory of John Prine while living in Nashville. Both of us needed eyeglasses badly but did not own a pair so we went to a optical shop together and soon thereafter picked up our glasses. We both were amazed at how strange the world looked. He performed at the Bluebird that evening and we kept catching each other looking around the room with wide open eyes and would giggle at one another. Lovely to remember an icon giggling 😊