Tag Archives: musings

A grand slam to the heart

9 Feb

Denny’s continues its celebration of obesity in America by hosting a second Grand Slam event — free Grand Slam breakfasts from 6 AM to 2 PM today. According to NYDailyNews.com, 2 million showed up for breakfasts in 2009.

Denny's Customers Line Up for Grand Slam Breakfast Event

Denny's Customers Line Up for Grand Slam Breakfast Event (img via Lee Bennett/flickr)

The only point I want to make here is that a Grand Slam breakfast can easily weigh in at over 800 calories. I’ve heard Adelle Davis’ kingly advice time and again, but I just cannot rationalize why some people continue to eat up these sensational and blatant digs at the nation’s attempt to curb a dire health problem.


Juxtaposed: Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

5 Feb
Illuminated Point of View

via ffffound.com

Joyce Carol Oate’s “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” can be read here. Dedicated to Bob Dylan, you will find critical theory here. I wrote about this in college but don’t have access to the paper. The music is here.

It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue (lyrics via bobdylan.com)

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.