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Seven Things - Part Three
Jun. 8th, 2012 09:44 pmWhoops, just realized I hadn't finished this. Bad gurdymonkey!
Wide-eyed. Not sure whether this is more random than "seltzer" or less. The obvious connotation is innocence. At my age, not so much anymore, and that's the inevitability of mileage. That said, nobody knows everything and there's always something new around the corner. That's certainly one of the reasons the whole "Japanese thing" is wonderful (and sometimes daunting): just 'cause they saw fit to hang a Laurel on me doesn't mean I don't keep running into things I didn't know about. I figure as long as I'm capable of discovering and trying new things with enthusiasm and delight, I'm not so old after all.
Culture. I can't help thinking of the living room of the ol' 1265 Club (as we sometimes referred to the house my father is now in the process of selling), waist deep in boxes of his books and mine, and the somewhat remorseless way Dad ripped through his collection of vinyl a couple weeks ago as I wailed, "Ravi Shankar? Are you SURE?" (No, it's not like I have anything to play any of it on even if I had decided to try to ship some of those albums out here, much less room to keep them.) I grew up in a home surrounded by books, filled with the sounds of music. My parents took us to museums and concerts and Shakespeare in the Park. It may not pay the electric bill, but it surely nourished the brain, heart and soul and still continues to do so.
Wide-eyed. Not sure whether this is more random than "seltzer" or less. The obvious connotation is innocence. At my age, not so much anymore, and that's the inevitability of mileage. That said, nobody knows everything and there's always something new around the corner. That's certainly one of the reasons the whole "Japanese thing" is wonderful (and sometimes daunting): just 'cause they saw fit to hang a Laurel on me doesn't mean I don't keep running into things I didn't know about. I figure as long as I'm capable of discovering and trying new things with enthusiasm and delight, I'm not so old after all.
Culture. I can't help thinking of the living room of the ol' 1265 Club (as we sometimes referred to the house my father is now in the process of selling), waist deep in boxes of his books and mine, and the somewhat remorseless way Dad ripped through his collection of vinyl a couple weeks ago as I wailed, "Ravi Shankar? Are you SURE?" (No, it's not like I have anything to play any of it on even if I had decided to try to ship some of those albums out here, much less room to keep them.) I grew up in a home surrounded by books, filled with the sounds of music. My parents took us to museums and concerts and Shakespeare in the Park. It may not pay the electric bill, but it surely nourished the brain, heart and soul and still continues to do so.
