Sunday, April 15, 2018

Sea Weed

A funny thing happened our way to doing nothing…

    At our Resort in Mexico along the Riviera Maya, there was an influx of seaweed that would eventually and systematically wash up on shore.  Luckily for us tourists, there were dozens of people working to clean it up.   

Of course, it proved to be a never ending job.  Up and down the beach they would go, pushing their wheelbarrows to and from the collection points.

       One day, while relaxing in the shade on the beach Dottie asked, “What was the name of that Greek guy who was forced to roll a boulder up a hill, only to have it roll back down and have to repeat it over and over again?”  I knew exactly what she was taking about.  I immediately remembered that I had used that as a reference in an essay I wrote for a philosophy class I took, about 47 years ago.  That returned immediately, but the name, uh, the name, what was his name???  Geez!  A couple minutes later, it hit me: The Myth of Sisyphus!

    That was exactly what these guys were doomed to do.  That is, until they quit that job and take up the job of bringing beach drinks to a bunch of jerks, lazing away on their beach.  I’m trying to be sarcastic here, or is that just ironic?  Sarcasm or Irony?  I looked it up - Irony: a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience or reader, although unknown to the character.

    That’s it!  Or, well, wait a minute.  Like these guys don’t realize what they are in for.  Oh well.  Nice try.

    Speaking of “sarcasm”, did you know that the sea weed we were seeing is called “sargassum.”  True!  Anyway, we sat on the beach, me in the shade, Dottie in the sun, drinking a toast to all those “Sisyphuses.”

    And one more thing.  One day, soon after returning home, we were taking the dogs for a walk and discovered a similar situation.  There was another Sisyphus in our neighborhood.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Once Bitten Twice Shy

There was a Mott of Hoople-n'  and hollerin' Wednesday night (11/12) at the Sheldon Concert Hall.  We saw Ian Hunter and the Rant Band.  Ian had been a long time favorite since his time as leader of Mott the Hoople.  Just a few years ago I found that he had been recording again.  I started collecting his new stuff: Rant, Shrunken Heads, Man Overboard and then in 2012 - When I'm President.  Several songs on that album really impressed with me.

Of course I had to get tickets for the show when I heard he was coming to town.  Thank goodness I did.  While he played songs from his early years, this was NOT a nostalgia tour.  The man can still write, sing, play and ROCK!  At 75, he is going strong.

He did old favorites:

  Once Bitten Twice Shy, All the Way From Memphis

and New favorites:

  Just The Way You Look Tonight, When I'm President

and encored with

  All The Young Dudes

He left me with a BIG smile on my face and tears on my cheeks.  All for $35 a seat.

The show was AWESOME!!  You know if Dottie's comment on Facebook was, "Wow," it had to be amazing

Check out his most recent CD: When I'm President.