You may not know this, but I've been on a wee vacation this week. Sneaky, ain't I? But I'm back and ready to regale you with tales of South Florida and possible UFO sightings.
Just as soon as I've written them.
And it's Friday! I'm not at work today, but if I were -- if I were at work, what would the iPod have to say about it?
O iPod, bringer of grooves, creator of moods, given the time it takes to get to work, what would I have heard on the bus this morning?
Idiot Walk by The Hives
Who is He (and what is he to you) by Bill Withers
Immigrant Punk by Gogol Bordello
Why Don’t We Do It in The Road by the Beatles
Red Barchetta by Rush
The Wizard by Black Sabbath
Feisty immigrants, soul, and we’ll wrap it all up in the sludge-y darkness that is Black Sabbath.
O, Tony, Ozzie, Geezer, and That Other Guy! Why don’t you answer my fan mail?
Insert gleeful cackling here.
My friend Sandra and I have a love affair with words. It’s all on the up-and-up, I assure you. She finds me somewhat risible*, and I find her munificent**.
As I say, it’s all on the up-and-up.
The best part of the whole thing, of course, is that she’s as taken with the beauty of the English language as I am. We are free to be as geekily enchanted with it as we wish without receiving that face people sometimes give you when you use big words.
You know that face. The one that says, “Well, who do you think you are?”
There was a time, right around 10 or 11, when I purposely played dumb. As has been noted in the past, we moved a lot when I was a child, and so while every school was different, one aspect of it always remained the same: I was a good student.
What can I say? I inherited good hair, crooked bottom teeth, a small amount of low-grade anxiety, and a working brain.
I am satisfied with this.
At some point, however, I noticed a certain amount of derision that came my way whenever I raised my hand in class.
In one town in particular, my name was not “Pearl”. It was “Egghead”.
“Egghead”: Because sometimes, being smart is not so smart.
What little girl wants to be “Egghead”? I stopped raising my hand. I stopped arguing when things didn’t make sense to me. I purposely “threw” several tests in a row in order to convince my classmates that my earlier intelligence had been a fluke.
We lived there less than a year.
I didn’t miss that town.
But I was sorry to leave my one friend there behind. I hope her friendship with me didn't affect her reputation for long.
Have a great weekend, everyone – I’m off in search of funny, kind-hearted people, big words, and delicious lime-flavored, salt-rimmed drinks.
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