I Got the Feelin'
This Tuesday, Vinnie and I will make our debut with the school jazz band at the school's Black History Program. There's something beautifully absurd about poofy-headed chalkie demon and a black man w/ a mohawk playing James Brown for High Schoolers. To use one of my favorite phrases, it will be glorious.
Stumbled across this Henry David Thoreau quote the other day at work, "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
I feel like I'm marching to the beat of a renegade circus bear beating John Bonham's stolen floor tom in the back of a garbage truck that was abandoned sometime during the Reagan Administration. I'm slowly making sense of all of this, but I think that's all part of the process.
I've been fighting off a cold for the past few days and I think I've found the remedy, which is a 48 hour process:
1. Day One: As always, get a good night's sleep and drink plenty of OJ (not the "glove doesn't fit" OJ, the juice. Hold on...I think that was one of his nicknames too). Moving right along, Indian Food for lunch and Sushi for dinner. I'm telling you, the curry starts attacking the evil inside you and the wasabi comes along with the knockout punch.
2. Now here's the clincher. Day Two: Once again, plenty of rest and plenty of OJ (we've already been through this). Lounge around for awhile, reading, playing music, listening to music, whatever it is that you do to relax. Drink plenty of bourbon/beer that evening and end the night with some Chili Cheese fries and Cheese Krystals. The post-drinking/Krystal farts that inevitably occur the following morning will clear your sinuses right up.
DISCLAIMER: This method is not FDA-approved but is sure as hell beats the goat piss outta laying in bed all day sipping on chicken noodle soup.
Stumbled across this Henry David Thoreau quote the other day at work, "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
I feel like I'm marching to the beat of a renegade circus bear beating John Bonham's stolen floor tom in the back of a garbage truck that was abandoned sometime during the Reagan Administration. I'm slowly making sense of all of this, but I think that's all part of the process.
I've been fighting off a cold for the past few days and I think I've found the remedy, which is a 48 hour process:
1. Day One: As always, get a good night's sleep and drink plenty of OJ (not the "glove doesn't fit" OJ, the juice. Hold on...I think that was one of his nicknames too). Moving right along, Indian Food for lunch and Sushi for dinner. I'm telling you, the curry starts attacking the evil inside you and the wasabi comes along with the knockout punch.
2. Now here's the clincher. Day Two: Once again, plenty of rest and plenty of OJ (we've already been through this). Lounge around for awhile, reading, playing music, listening to music, whatever it is that you do to relax. Drink plenty of bourbon/beer that evening and end the night with some Chili Cheese fries and Cheese Krystals. The post-drinking/Krystal farts that inevitably occur the following morning will clear your sinuses right up.
DISCLAIMER: This method is not FDA-approved but is sure as hell beats the goat piss outta laying in bed all day sipping on chicken noodle soup.
posted by Cecil at 7:17 AM
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