Dec 31, 2010

New Year, 2011

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: or 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?



Jean Spitzer said...

Happy new year to you, too.

Watch out for those baseballs.

Anonymous said...

Happy New Year, Banjo52, and all your readers.

Michelle said...

Happy New Year! And, be careful with that yoga....

Anonymous said...

And to you. Let's see, I was trying to leave you a thought to bring in the new year, and guess I'll settle for this: Po Volosam ne gladyat. Which is Russian for, Once you've taken off your pants it's too late to comb your hair.

Pasadena Adjacent said...

Happy New Year Ditto: congratulations on your flikr account. Now if we can only get you to turn your comment moderator off we can start the New Year in full throttle communication mode (hint hint)

Banjo52 said...

Jean, always ducking.

AH, excellent. And continuing the language theme at your place, I see.

Banjo52 said...

PA, old dog, new trick . . . But keep the faith.

Brenda's Arizona said...

Happy New Year! And I will have a drink to go with PA's suggestion! I look forward to your written volleyball game. So many of your commentators blow ACES over the net every time!
More yoga, more reading, more poetry. Less frustration. And happy, all.

Banjo52 said...

Farmchick, when comes to yoga, you can't be too careful. Yogurt's safer.

Brenda, I MIGHT get your point . . . Would you care to paraphrase? I do need to get back to poems, yes.

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