May 17, 2008

How Late'll Ya Play 'Til?

There is so much going on in my head that I often feel that the stories, memories, dreams, fantasies, work related ideas and actual experiences tend to whirl and crash, explode then split an reattach themselves into brand new images.
It sometimes frightens after getting lost in contemplation and that the things I am thinking of are a mixture of imagination and reality. Maybe I ought to get RodSerling to narrate my inner dialogue.

Two days ago we had the most amazingly fabulous weather. I am talking about the kind of spring time warmth, sunshine and brightness, tinted by the verdant growth of the trees and lawn, that makes one just want to sing out loud like a member of the Mormon tabernacle choir; which is exactly what I did.
The only irregularity was that I decided to sing Randy Newman's "Short People". This might not have been the best choice for a rather large person walking through the halls of a Japanese university.
I don't believe that this is common behavior for instructors for I was greeted with a multitude of smiles. (Yes, I realize that nobody but the other English teachers knew what I was singing) I must have said "hello" or "good morning" to close to fifty people in the time it took me to walk from the teacher's room on the second floor to my classroom on the fourth.

I have been trying to watch Ghost Busters for the past three days. I love that movie, but I can't seem to find the time to watch professor Venkman blast the endoplasmic life force out of the spiritual world.

I have been wondering, well, not really wondering, rather I should say that yet another thought has crossed my mind; and here it is...
Why does everyone I know play guitar better than I do?
I have been practicing for about six or seven weeks and all of a sudden everyone I know has developed the ability to play the infernal instrument. Where have they been hiding?

I am beginning to look at my daily routine a little differently then I used to, Many of you have had

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...overlooked and that could be quite dangerous indeed.

I realize that weekend posts are often overlooked, butif you should find yourself in a favorable mood, don't hesitate to reply to my innocuous comments.

You might just make me look smarter than I am.


7 comments:

puerileuwaite said...

You may get a different response if you opt for "It's a Small World". Disney is more universal.

NYD said...

Yeah I might have gotten a few folks to join in. We could have started a movement!

lime said...

i can assure you that you play the instrument better than i do. go in peace ;)

The Grunt said...

The guitar can make even the most seasoned player feel silly at times--like every time I pick the damn thing up lately.

The Grunt said...

Off topic:

Oh, NYD, I actually found a copy of "The End" and I found it to hit rather close to home. The whole bit when Burt says, in reference to his toxic blood disease, "I just thought I had found a new way of losing weight," had me cracking up. Unexpected weight loss was one of the symptoms of my Hodkin's disease and I thought I was doing something right to lose my weight at the time. Plus, you go through phases of wanting to end your life, not really suicidal, but you want that to be in your control, not fate's. In the end, just like in the movie, you start fighting real hard to get your life back, which usually involves silly bargaining with God. I sure hope God doesn't expect me to pay him 80% of my gross now.

Serena Joy said...

Perhaps it will make you deliriously happy to hear that I canNOT play the infernal thing. No way, nohow. It's like I'm suddenly struck tone deaf when I pick up an instrument. Maybe I'll just go sing with the MT Choir instead.:-)

Mona said...

"There is so much going on in my head that I often feel that the stories, memories, dreams, fantasies, work related ideas and actual experiences tend to whirl and crash, explode then split an reattach themselves into brand new images" : Balance that sets after the storm when God utters 'BE'".

"Why does everyone I know play guitar better than I do?
I have been practicing for about six or seven weeks and all of a sudden everyone I know has developed the ability to play the infernal instrument. Where have they been hiding?"

A.1. The grass is greener on the other side

A.2. Serendipity. Its like you fall in love with someone suddenly you see the name appear everywhere.. in papers , books Grafetti & movies etc.