23 June 2008

Sideways Stuff Maneuver

I'm guessing you've seen this clip already...I'm guessing you've seen a whole lot of George Carlin clips via YouTube already...Definitely this one because it's one of his most beloved...

Ahhh, the incessant chattering of a million blogs...Posting the same CultureData...Backlinking galore...Hit counts aplenty...Compiling countless lists of what's new, what's popular, what's relevant...

Is there a point at which too much signal becomes noise itself?

Hotcha! Hank

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

My mother and stuff...

A need to hang on...can never let go.

Whenever I head back home...my mom always says...oooh...the house is such a mess, I apologize.

Need to clear off the kitchen table, stacked with mail, bills, unread magazines, half-filled microwaved coffee mugs, get-back-to sudokus, fly ash from discount menthols.

The fridge packed with withered produce (don't throw it out...still good), the impenetrable wall of cheese from Costco (on sale) and the condiment jars that haven't seen a spatula since the turn of the mellenium.

The freezer...who knows..."It will keep".

When mom is out shopping, my father and I surreptitiously basement-drain the 2 litre bottles of soda that don't fizz when opened. The beer we keep...and eventually drink.

In the upstairs cupboards one can find products ensconsed in the deep unprobed abyss that don't have UPC codes and price tags affixed...solid blocks of cherry Jello comes to mind.

The 40 year old containers of one-time spices is another story.

Eventually everything makes its way down to the basement, a family archive of sorts.

My mother saves everything...sometimes her "stuff" is a burden....but as I grow older, I am glad that she saved this "stuff"

Fondue pots and the requisite Sterno....Archie and Lille LuLu comics...photo albums from summer vacations...Trouble board game (the dice dome)...bent tent stakes...National Geographics...vintage polyester 70's clothing (my Dad wore well into the '90...not a slave to fashion)..I could go on.

My mom has problems physically getting down to the basement...bad knees.

Every year when I return home for the year-end holidays, I head downstairs, open the fridge, pop open a brew...and reflect on the stuff that my mother saved.


June 23, 2008 9:02 PM  
Blogger Hank Mohaski said...

Very nice, anon...

Regards, indeed!

June 26, 2008 11:49 PM  

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