Why, hello, dear readers!! It is so very nice to be back. "But wherever could you have been, dear Baroness?". Let me tell you. For the last 4 days, The Baroness has been submerged in Crazy Scandinavian D.I.Y. World, in the land of hexagonal screwdrivers and pictorial instruction manuals, of wooden dowels and Phillips screwdrivers. I did have fun, mind you, and came to realize that this flat-box furniture is the adult version of Lego. Finally I have emerged from the cardboard jungle, with renewed appreciation for the furniture makers of the world, and with an inexplicable craving for meatballs, gravlax, Aquavit and Ingmar Bergman movies. Heavy on the Aquavit.
Today's Thoughtful Thursday comes from yet another fabulous recommendation from my dear friend, the Countess KR. Also known as the Book Pusher. And the Soup Angel. She is always steering me towards wonderful things. She knows that I find reading obituaries fascinating, so she sent me this. She knows that I love words, so she sent me this link. She knows that I adore the funny, so she sent me the link to www.macaronimaniac.blogspot.com. In Macaroni's profile, she humbly professes/confesses to playing the accordion. This fact alone made my ears perk up. The fact she's wearing leopard skin just clinches the deal. The Baroness strongly urges you to check this relatively new blogger out. Unless, of course, you don't really find humor humorous. Then you should watching Bergman instead of me.
Here I discovered a truly witty lady, and with her permission, and high praise to her cleverness, I give you her interpretation of the great Walt Whitman's "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry", written from the perspective of a high-school-shopping-mall-dweller. Enjoy.
Oh you acid-washed jeans wearing teen,
Oh you harried mother with stroller,
Oh you security guard letting a young shoplifter off with a
warning,
Oh you lamp store sales clerk on a brief smoking break,
I walk with you all along faux-travertine floor-tiled avenues of
commerce
Together we go to the food court, celebrated provider of
sustenance,
Together we eat of the bounty of the food court,
Quenched are we by the flowing waters of Orange Julius,
Quieted are we by injudicious ingestion of Carvel soft-serve
The last hot dog sits lonely beneath the heat lamp,
The man will come along who will eat it
What sturdy youth flock to Spencer's for novelty gifts,
What aging fellowhood seeks out the toiletries aisle of CVS,
The poet walks with them singing their sorrows and singing their
joys,
The song of the people rings out from emporia
Attention shoppers we have a special today
For Macaroni's entire post on Walt Whitman, click here.
Today's Thoughtful Thursday comes from yet another fabulous recommendation from my dear friend, the Countess KR. Also known as the Book Pusher. And the Soup Angel. She is always steering me towards wonderful things. She knows that I find reading obituaries fascinating, so she sent me this. She knows that I love words, so she sent me this link. She knows that I adore the funny, so she sent me the link to www.macaronimaniac.blogspot.com. In Macaroni's profile, she humbly professes/confesses to playing the accordion. This fact alone made my ears perk up. The fact she's wearing leopard skin just clinches the deal. The Baroness strongly urges you to check this relatively new blogger out. Unless, of course, you don't really find humor humorous. Then you should watching Bergman instead of me.
Here I discovered a truly witty lady, and with her permission, and high praise to her cleverness, I give you her interpretation of the great Walt Whitman's "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry", written from the perspective of a high-school-shopping-mall-dweller. Enjoy.
Oh you acid-washed jeans wearing teen,
Oh you harried mother with stroller,
Oh you security guard letting a young shoplifter off with a
warning,
Oh you lamp store sales clerk on a brief smoking break,
I walk with you all along faux-travertine floor-tiled avenues of
commerce
Together we go to the food court, celebrated provider of
sustenance,
Together we eat of the bounty of the food court,
Quenched are we by the flowing waters of Orange Julius,
Quieted are we by injudicious ingestion of Carvel soft-serve
The last hot dog sits lonely beneath the heat lamp,
The man will come along who will eat it
What sturdy youth flock to Spencer's for novelty gifts,
What aging fellowhood seeks out the toiletries aisle of CVS,
The poet walks with them singing their sorrows and singing their
joys,
The song of the people rings out from emporia
Attention shoppers we have a special today
For Macaroni's entire post on Walt Whitman, click here.
