Daily EarWorm RePort

You got that right!  Peace to you and love, RicHIe

23 November 2008
Day: 10178

Kinda pissed: Had a complete entry and launched a page over it.  Lost everything, when I went back to look for it.  I need a smarter computer.

Let me try to reconstruct, although I believe that repairs and patches are just what they are.  Not going to have a tantrum though – YOU bet!!

Today's EarWorm was Tell Her About It by Billy Joel again.  Another Billy Joel song kept bugging me, This Old Heart of Mine, although I like the Isley Brothers' version best.  Though, I don't know which version, I kept hearing in my head, which is interesting.  Hmmmm … thank you, Arsenio! 

For at least part of the day, Simon and Garfunkel's El Condor Pasa was rattling around in my head keeping out bad thoughts about the World.  I love that old Simon and Garfunkle music, along with  Joanie Mitchell, and Joan Baez, who I once worked with on an anti-war mailing before I knew who she was; she seemed quite normal to me and not famous at all.  I would never have known who she was IF no one had told me; she'd be just another woman named, “Joan,” even though I always loved her music.  After I found out, I kept re-thinking my day with her, wondering whether I was a complete asshole.

Sometimes, I don't put 2 and 2 together very well.  Besides, there was a lot of middle-aged houswives protesting the war back then.

Which brings me to … MY Wife has a theory about the EarWorms – tomorrow.

Good night and I love you, RicHIe

25 November 2008
Day: 10180

“It never rains in California,” but there was something softer in the background; when I started hearing the first song, the California thing popped in.

I have the first song just on my periphery, but cain't git to it.

Which brings me to MY Wife's theory.  The Little Woman read that “EarWorms are the brain filling in something that we start to think about due to pattern recognition.”  Sorta like Google filling in the blanks now.  I told her, “Hey, that's just like my brain jumping to conclusions.”  She said, “Why, thank you, Homer!”

I didn't hit her!  Preferring to believe that she was thinking of the ancient poet and not the recent cartoon character.  Though the poet was blind too, wasn't he?

I think this theory is kinda like writing a back history.  WE have computers filling in the blanks for US now, so WE project that the brain is like that too.  WE project whatever pattern that exists, onto the Universe because WE are pattern-making machines who wander around in the dark howling at the night-sky.

WE are sooo advanced and enlightened NOW.  Speaking only for myself here Ladies and Germs: For MY-Self and for those like ME!!  Whoopee!!!

The fat donut eating one?  Hey, that's me!  Or that blind mostly made up one?  Hey, that's me too.  WOW!  I never thought of it that Way.  Luckily, I don't think much.

Thanks for reminding me, Mr. Duck?

ThankxGiving 2008
Day: 10182

Woke up this morning with ”I Never Promised You a Rose Garden.”  “Along with the rainfall, there's got to be a little sunshine,” or is that backwards.  I know that I am backwards to what normal people call “reality,” quite often, but I don't rightly know whether that is a bad thing, or not.

A quote by Krishnamurti that I am fond of passing on says, “It is no measure of good health to be well-adjusted to a sick society.”  Even when I appeared to be outwardly very well-adjusted to OUR Society, inwardly, I was not even close.

The phrase that was rattling around in my head upon awakening was:

“So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.”

Assuming that I am awakened, of course.

Them phrases is ALWAYS “rattling around” in my head because some days it's like the Houston Atrodome in there without the climate-control.  But I guess “So smile for a while and let's be jolly,” ain't the worst thing to wake up to.

Don't wanna neglect yesterday, even though it was a repeat of “Tell Her About It.,” but I did hear the softer phrase that was just under the radar the other day.  The section that talks about trust:

“Just a word or two that she gets from you
Could be the difference that it makes

She's a trusting soul
She's put her trust in you
But a girl like that won't tell you
What you should do

Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason
To accept that you're for real

Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means”

sounds softer in my head.  That's a very interesting thought all together.

How come emails got indents and these posts don't? 

Oscar Wilde is purported to have said, ”Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”  He would have been talking about me, even though I weren't born yet.  But I am kind of fond of consistency.  I used to be positively manic.

I'm getting some better.  I think?!?  “Progress not perfection” … maybe?

Okay!  so it is very much not daily.  Me too.  But today, The Night Chicago Died has been mumbling around up there.  “And brother what a night it really was.”

Last week some time, I meant to write here.  I woke up with some Three Dog Night song, but I couldn’t remember which one.

“Yes, indeed.”

Good song, RicH, but when I hear it I always hear Randy Newman, or Wilson Pickett.  I’ve narrowed down the song I was hearing to three choices: Celebrate, Shambala, or Joy to the World.  I woke up really happy one day and I think I had been singing on of them cheerful ditties!

I’m sorry that I forgot!

You know, I didn’t even think about which was my favorite Three Dog Night song.

My bad! 

Got to be Joy to the World, though.  The summer of 1971, I was in a Marine Corps brig and I remember dancing around in skivvies in a strip cell singing Joy to the World with two other prisoners in other cells down the way.

I’m hard to punish; I cannot be shamed; I do not believe that shame is useful; also, I have difficulty believing that I am bad, or being unhappy for very long.

“Dawn, Go away I’m no good for you …”  I think the song is called Dawn, but I wouldn’t swear to it.  I also think it is by Frankie Valli.  I remember hearing it yesterday, or the day before on XM Radio.

Dawn, I totally did not make the connection between the Rudy Valli song and my beautiful yoga-teaching friend!  Oops!   I’m asleep at the wheel though: Lucky thing “the horse knows the Way” because as always, I am “over the river and through the woods.”  I’ve had creepy bosses and I’ve been a creepy boss; being the boss has been its own set of learning experiences.

But I’ll bet that you were so fine at nineteen, no mortal man could have resisted singing to you.

I went and listened to that Indigo song and you were certainly right: I loved it and you can dance to it as well.  That line,

“There’s more than one answer to these questions

pointing me in crooked line

The less I seek my source for some definitive

The closer I am to fine.”

is central to my worldview.  What it is, is what it is!  You dig?

I love you and your posts, RicHIe

Oh, Laura!

Of course, I know Lake Marie. 

I’m surprised that anyone else here at Gaia knows it though.  Not that John Prine is so obscure, but Lake Marie is one of his more obscure songs.  You mentioning Lake Marie reminded me of one of my favorites though, The Bottomless Lake.  My parents were grifters and I spent a lot of my early childhood in a car, which I always thought of as a bottomless lake.

Thankx for the memories.

I cain’t speak for Miz Laura, of course, I almost wrote Miz LaRue there, but bringing back memories for Dawn is why I’m here.  I cannot say for certain, but I think that I have seen The Normaltown Flyers, once, or twice, myself.

Woke up this morning with The Bottomless Lake rattling around in the vast uncharted emptiness of my head.  I’ve no idea whose fault that would be; do you, Miss LaRue?  Though whilst The Bottomless Lake was playing, some other song would try to break through every few bars, or so.  I haven’t been able to identify the intruder, but I am on the lookout.

I’ve also been remembeing, out-there-at-the-edge-of consciousness and memory, that I once went on a skol trip to Bottomless Lake, OhiO.  I think it was called Blue Hole and located in Castalia, OhiO.  The Blue Hole was claimed to be bottomless, but I never jumped in to find out.  There’s lots of those prehistoric sink holes through the Great Lakes country.

I’ve a coupla songs writ down on scrap paper that I wanted to remember to put here from last week.  Well, not actually last week: New Year’s Day and Friday.  New Year’s Day, I woke up with Go Away Little Girl and the Friday after awoke to Benny and the Jets.  ”When you’re a Jet” and all that stuff.

Yesterday in the car, I heard Kung Fu Fighting, just as we were pulling into the karate place to pick up my son.  My nephews go to Tae Kwon Do and we pick up my son who does not take karate at the nephews’ dojo.  So off and on, the

Feeling good today.  Been in intense physical pain for the last three days, or so.  Took the doctor’s advice finally, and rested: Voila, no pain! 

Coincidence, in all probability.