I was being driven into town yesterday, and we were listening to The Beatles. We stopped at an intersection, and I saw, not two feet away from the (my) passenger window, a crow rummaging on the ground for food or gristle or whatever. I wound (is that the right spelling? wow-nd, past tense of wind, as in ‘wye-nd’?) the window down so that the crow could listen to Norwegian Wood. It got me wondering: was that crow’s quality of life heightened in any way, even momentarily, because of hearing a great song? I assume not, and that makes me feel sorry for crows.
Now I’m wondering whether doing the same thing would have any affect on a street person who’s lumped in his cardboard box, were I to pull up to him and blast some Beatles at him. I suppose it would depend on his sanity level, assuming that the more ‘insane’ the street person is the less likely he’d be affected by the song.
I therefore conclude that crows are insane.
A goal for September: To bring no fast food into the house during the month. That’s not to say there’ll be no fast food eaten. It just won’t be taken into the home and eaten.
Of course there are all kinds of loopholes and ways out of the deal. If, for instance, you see the family stogging Wendy’s burgers into our mouthes out on the deck at suppertime, you’ll know why.
I suppose, too, we need to define ‘fast food’. Quickly, I’ll say it’s food from a restaurant that has a drive thru and/or no servers who take your order at your table. I am also omitting pizza from the list of excluded foods.
I’m doubtful we can pull this off, but we have to try. Don’t we?
Someone should take bets as to what date in September we fall off the fast food wagon.
After watching TV last night, I’ve come up with the following theory: In, say, 150 years, everybody will be gay. You can count on it.
CBS’s The Amazing Race was won last night by a married gay couple, Reichen and Chip, who were given quite a bit of on-air celebration time to talk about their ‘gayness’. I was surprised by the frankness and simplicity of what they were saying, and was thinking ‘this is something that wouldn’t even have come close to getting on air even a coupla years ago’.
NBC, later that night, had Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. A “reality” show about 5 gay guys trying to clean up and instruct a straight guy on the finer things in life. The guys were gay. Really gay. And the best thing is the show didn’t seem to labour over it. The amazing thing is that this was on NBC. Again, a coupla years ago this would have only shown up on some cable network.
Mark my words: In a hundred and fifty years, we’ll all be gay.
So, I guess I’ll get in on this blogging thing too. As will no doubt become abundantly clear over the course of this experiment, I likely have nothing to say.