Sing the Body Electric

Maybe that should be Sing the Body Digital -- But Walt Whitman was way before digital. For that matter, electricity was pretty new in his day. Uh, let's just say the man was way before his time.

"What position did he play?" "You could say he pitched for the Cosmic All-Stars."

I have found that I can link just about any thought or any situation back to the movie "Bull Durham." (Try me! Or try it yourself!) And of course, early on, when Annie asks Eppie Calvin to stay the night, it's so she can read him poetry. Whitman. "I sing the body electric ..." The next morning, his nickname's Nuke, because reading poetry is more tiring than, well, you know. And if you read the poem, you know why. It's 19th century erotica.

You could look it up.

But I digress. In my house, we sing -- electric, digital, a capella, too loud, whether or not we know the words. In my car alone, I could give the Solid Gold Dancers a run for their lame (read: la-may). And now and then, it's caught on tape. My kids make me laugh every day and today I'm sharing. It's one of those things they'll point to in therapy in a few years, but I like it. In this video, they pay homage to the Go-Betweens with "Surfin' Magazines."

Debate as Sport

Once upon a time ...

Back in the day ...

In a previous life ...

However you want to say it I used to officially be a journalist. Made a little career change, but I still have a lot to say, whether anyone wants to hear it or not. And as I'm finding out, being a reporter (or, to the chagrin of my third-grader, an editor) something that stays in your blood probably until you're dead and gone. (This is currently an assumption on my part and not a theory I'm quite ready to test.)

I like to debate. I have a lot to say and I still want to write. Oh, and there's that competition thing -- whether it's running a race, playing Scrabble, or my opinion vs. yours. I've been meaning to do this for months and months, but freeplaysolitaire kept getting in the way. So I finally got off my ass and started this blog.

So when I have something to say -- whether or not a Big Brown triple crown should have an asterisk next to it, why college football in New England is a farce, how McCain, Clinton and Obama all make me want to move to Canada, career changes at age 40 or just things that make me laugh -- you'll find it here.

That is, when I can pull myself away from freeplaysolitaire.

-Michelle