Dec 31, 2010
1. Happy New Year. Happy Way of Being in the World ! ! !
I'm sure you're all doing yoga and meditation tonight, as am I, plus one-armed push-ups and sit-ups with a cement block on my six-pack abs. At 11:45, before the Detroit TV cameras, I'll be wrestling a wild and hungry gorilla in Luna Pier, Michigan. Please tune in.
(Have you ever noticed the sound similarity between yoga and yogurt? And from there, the substance similarity between yogurt and ice cream? And from there . . . .)
2. I'm learning that Blogspot and/or Gmail are not getting all of your visitor comments through to me. Please let me know if you sent something and I didn't respond within a couple of days here at Banjo52. Email my secretary at: firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com. Give my secretary hell--it's probably his fault, the crackhead. Also, he has some apish characteristics.
3. Speaking of those pesky non-verbal moments we all have, my photos are now up on Flickr:
I suggest the "sets" I've titled "Best of Banjo" or "Portraits," but feel free to tiptoe through any of the Flickr daisies, as you please.
There's an amazing array of talent on Flickr, so I'm feeling especially humble about my stuff. Still, there have been nice comments here, and now there, about the photos, so if you feel like one picture instead of a thousand words . . . . Wait, that didn't come out right. We're already on a collision course with a non-verbal, grunting society. A banana-loving, apish society?
Tomorrow, I'll see once again how much football I can endure. My stamina ain't what it used to be. On Sunday, let's everybody see if the Detroit Lions can continue their astonishing rise from the dead. After going 2 - 10, they've won three straight, all come-from-behind games, all against teams at .500 or better, and two of those victories were on the road after their failure to win a road game since 2007.
I'm trying to be realistic, or cynical, about millionaire athletes' digging into the character bin and refusing to implode. I'm trying to be more sophisticated than all that rah rah. I'm failing, and it feels good.
Did I already say Happy New Year?