Wave or Cave? (1 Quick Limerick #106)

`

Corona containment Qs to interject:
Are revamped rules sane, sage, safe and correct?
Our hello wave to truths solid?
Or jello cave to pols squalid?
Will covid resurrect or genuflect?

`

`

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

-30-

`

`

`

`

`

Glad To Own These Glad Rags

`

This past Tuesday, May 18th, Jenn White’s NPR program, 1A, atypically focused upon apolitical content. An associate of hers will fill in a few more details:

“After a year of referring to jeans as ‘hard pants,’ it’s safe to say that living through a pandemic has changed our relationships with our wardrobes. But just because our more festive garb has gone unloved for 14 months doesn’t mean our clothes don’t matter — to ourselves and to the rest of our world. This idea — we are what we wear — is the inspiration behind Emily Spivack’s “Worn Stories.” It’s an archival project, turned book, turned Netflix miniseries that offers vignettes into people’s lives by way of their clothing.” [Read More Here]

Kathryn Fink

Initially, this Doubting Thomas chuckled while wondering, do we really have ‘relationships with our wardrobes’, i.e., beyond the squeaky clean, mechanical, wear-wash-rinse-spin-dry cycles?

Well, no sooner had my laughter and cynicism waned than my own “Worn Stories” began to play out; a few, perhaps, even worthy of author Spivack’s consideration? I dunno. One thing for sure, I had no farther to look for proof than mere inches above my eyes; namely…

The baseball cap my sister had given to me back in 2004; shortly after she picked me up at LAX. That event signified the onset of my 3 week fun vacay with 3 goals; [1] attend a family reunion of two, [2] celebrate a milestone birthday and [3] allay my yearlong grief (I’ll elaborate by blog’s end). Months in advance, my sibling / tour guide had planned our sightseeing destinations; i.e., the greater Los Angeles area’s “hidden in plane sight” natural and historical wonders, most of which other tourists rarely, if ever, get to see. By the time I had to fly back to Michigan, well, I didn’t wanna go. Not when my Golden State vacay had proven the gold standard of adventure.

There are three more “Worn Stories”, to relate, too.

My brown plaid wool jacket still reminds me of the waning days of the summer of ’72; when both my public school teacher father and I had journeyed to the neighboring “big city” ISO back to school fall apparel; our actual try-on sessions becoming secondary once we got a better sense of this shared quality time and how September would be heralding my transition from high school senior to college freshman. And, it was two decades after that, when my seamstress mother’s repairs / restorations had extended its wearability; to such an extent, this outerwear still serves me well nearly half a century later; especially as my go to, late fall / early spring garb.

My bright blue Gap® Pocket-T still looks nearly retail selling floor new, mainly, because I wound up only wearing it when posing for my annual birthday photos (throughout the Nineties and early Aughts); all snapped by my shutterbug mother, who knew how, typically, blue hues help folks look their best. In her younger days, she had spent so much time in the dark room that, career wise, she could’ve traveled a far more intriguing, artistic path.

My short sleeve polo, too, is still in its prime, mainly due to its early retirement following a 22 hour long vigil. It’d been just prior to speeding off to my mom’s nursing home bedside, when I had paused, momentarily, to choose this top’s color. It’d been down to black v. green; my opting for the latter in hopes I might, somehow, cheer mom up; maybe enough, so, in defiance of her physician’s grim prognostication, she’d manage to rally one more time? Alas, that was not to be. In the end, my mother had escaped Earth to enter Eternity. To this very day, it’s my belief that what had finally “won her over” to The Other Side had been her getting a glimpse of the behind Heaven’s Gates reunion, all in her honor: all courtesy of her loving family and friends who’d gone before her.

And so, I ask once more…

Do we really have ‘relationships with our wardrobes’, i.e., beyond the squeaky clean, mechanical, wear-wash-rinse-spin-dry cycles?

In a heartbeat, thanks to author Emily Spivack, I can now answer that with an unequivocal, vocal YES!

`

`

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

-30-

`

`

`

`

`

Limer-ICK! (1 Quick Limerick #105)

The Fascist is hell-bent on human rights harmin’
His brown nosers act-out in freak show, alarmin’
Their mouths drool praise for Sir Grump,
Slick puckered lips smooch his rump?
And cheeky tongues morph into surrogate Charmin™?

`

`

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

-30-

`

`

`

`

`

St. Patrick (1 Quick Limerick #103)

`

A St. Patrick’s Day limerick, clean,
To remind us to think in terms green,
Keep Mother Earth in cool health,
Do not pursue too much wealth,
Avoid emerald envy, obscene!

`

`

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

-30-

`

`

`

`

A Well-Versed Dumb Real Donald?

From 1973 – 1982, long before the Real Donald became a household word, we found the clever and clairvoyant Match Game writers submitting Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences.

Normally, at this juncture, I’d be presiding over a Dumb Donald Clip, but, since my demand has nearly exhausted YouTube’s supply, I’ll now need to breathe new life into my shtick. ISO inspiration, namely, head-to-head matches with our dearly departed, Match Game souls, I’ve been simulating, semi-serious seances. And methinks this graying old coot has not been departing the spirit world alone! Indeed, the new, game show host persona, from within me, now emerges to preside over this reincarnated, revamped game show format. Voilà and Ta-Da!

Welcome contestants, one and all, to Match Game 20-20. I’m M.C. Grayburn. Our new rules are straightforward. Each of you will have one chance to match as many of our six, predetermined responses as possible. You’ll be playing for a priceless grand prize; the affirmation that you’re still a clearheaded, critical thinking non-consumer of the Kool-Aid™!

If your non-matching, responses prove more clever than Match Game’s, you’ll still be a winner! To claim your prize, post your witty and/or wise alternatives in the comment section, below.

Soooooo, let’s play Match Game 20-20.

Check out this fill-in-the-blank limerick:

Real Dumb Donald is nasty as phlegm! Ick!
So deserving of this rant / polemic,
He won’t restrain deadly strain,
Nor rein in brutal cops’ reign,
Instead, props up ___________.

Once the “think music” starts, you’ll have 1 Minute to think up your 6 responses.
And, btw, no peeking beneath the turquoise hued, rectangular secrecy partition!

Real Dumb Donald is nasty as phlegm, ick,
So deserving of this rant / polemic,
He won’t restrain deadly strain,
Nor rein in brutal cops’ reign,
Instead, props up ___________.

1. FOX henchmen endemic
2. ass kissers systemic
3. schools non-academic
4. racism systemic
5. fake science alchemic
6. corona pandemic

My thanks to all who showed up to play today! M.C. Grayburn for Match Game 20-20, good-bye and be sure to…

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dumb Real Donald’s “Dirty” Limerick

From 1973 – 1982, long before the Real Donald became a household word, we found the clever and clairvoyant Match Game writers submitting Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences.

At this juncture, I’d normally be presiding over a Dumb Donald clip, but, seeing how my demand has nearly exhausted YouTube’s supply, breathing new life into this concept will all be up to me. To facilitate this reincarnation, I’ve been simulating, semi-serious seances ISO head-to-head matches with our dearly departed, Match Game souls.

And methinks this graying old coot has not been departing the spirit world alone.

O – M – G! In the blink of an eye… something wondrous is now afoot. The entity, within, surges… surrounds… surpasses… surfaces… and I must surrender! Henceforth, my new game show host persona will be presiding over this revamped game show format… Voilà and Ta-Da!

Welcome contestants, one and all, to Match Game 20-20. I’m M.C. Grayburn. Our new rules are straightforward. Each of you will have one chance to match as many of our six, predetermined responses as possible. You’ll be playing for a grand prize that’s truly priceless:

The confirmation that you’re still a clearheaded, critical thinking non-consumer of the odious orange man’s Kool-Aid™!

If your responses do not match, YET, prove more clever than Match Game’s (which is highly likely) you’ll still win! BTW, we’d love to read your witty and/or wise alternatives within the comment section, below.

Soooooo, let’s play Match Game 20-20!

Check out this limerick ISO a 4-syllable final word (up to 6 responses):

Dumb Real Donald, in succinct summation,
Is praise junkie, who craves adulation,
He’s insane; inessential,
Smells soooooo unpresidential,
Sane folks wish he’d opt for _____________!

Once the “think music” starts, you’ll have 1 Minute to figure out your responses…
and, btw, no peeking beneath the turquoise hued, rectangular secrecy partition!

Dumb Real Donald, in succinct summation,
Is praise junkie, who craves adulation,
He’s insane; inessential,
Smells soooooo unpresidential,
Sane folks wish he’d opt for _____________!

1. fumigation
2. medication
3. observation
4. exportation
5. emigration
6. resignation

My thanks to all who showed up to play today! M.C. Grayburn for Match Game 20-20,
Good-Bye and be sure to Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Must See Vital to Survival Video

NPR’s YouTube Channel sets up our COVID-19 focused, life saving Vid of the Day, thusly…

“Researchers say airborne transmission is possible, especially in cramped indoor settings, but it’s unclear how much it contributes to the spread. Here’s how to lower your risks, just in case. Reported by Pien Huang/NPR. Animation by Shanti Hands for NPR. Video produced by Max Posner and Ben de la Cruz/NPR.”

For the benefit of all mask-less souls…

Check out this animated, no sewing skills needed, EZ to follow, DIY Mask Making Tutorial. (that’s how I make mine)

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pandemic Etiquette (1 Quick Limerick #102)

 

While Herculean, might describe our task,
Corona-V Must be Slain! How you ask?
Let’s scrub hands with persistence!
Shun large crowds! Social distance!
Last but not least: Make Damned Sure To Don Mask!

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just Following Orders? (1 Quick Limerick #101)

 

An anti-American, treasonous cur,
Conspires to conquer protestors, astir,
If Trump’s intrigues, illegit,
Green lit a homeland nuke hit?
Would top brass respond with their “No” or “Yes sir!”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A To-Die-For Economic Recovery?

 

Preface: Free Speech rights don’t allow anyone to yell “Fire!” in a crowded theater, if no such conflagration exists. To protest in public, while willfully ignoring a pandemic’s fundamental health safety protocols, is tantamount to yelling “Fire!” Under such conditions one should not expect Constitutional protection.

Yesterday, we, the reasonable people of Michigan, found just cause to feel disgust. Once again, malcontents… perverting their 1st Amendment rights and parading their insanity… swooped down on Lansing to occupy the Capitol Building’s steps.

A sizeable portion of them were deathly ill with Nazi, KKK, NRA and Trumpian ideology. Many of these braindead individuals were brandishing weapons, ranging from assault rifles and handguns all the way down to an axe. Some even dangled hangman’s nooses.

They made their appearance in sycophantic deference to fake prez Donald Trump’s idiocy and in suicidal defiance of genuine Governor Gretchen Whitmer’s wisdom.

In essence… while bunched way too closely together… they were thumbing their collective, unmasked nose at her Stay-At-Home orders… i.e., her science based, concerted efforts to prevent COVID-19’s human suffering and death. Her naysayers’ overall message was as ass-backward as their ilks’ typical fashion-backward statement. As for the matter of the latter…

While nobody should ever encourage white supremacists to don such garb-age, it is hard not to point out that… purely in the interest of public health safety… these brownshirts could’ve reconfigured their swastika armbands into facial masks. As for the Kluxers, they could’ve donned their eyeholes-only KKK hoods as-is. Of course, who could ever expect such sickos to even consider doing anything for the common good of anyone?

So, here’s what we’ve got…

• In the process of screeching and spreading their sicko agenda, these dissenters were also spreading COVID-19… and will continue to do so once they goosestep back into their individual communities.

• The consequent coronavirus second surge will will bury hundreds of thousands… maybe millions… more.

• Ironically, they’ll further hamper the restart of businesses / delay their own return to work.

• An economic recovery where only morticians, coffin manufacturers and grave diggers will prosper.

And what the hell good is any of that?

Let’s hope they held onto yesterday’s axe. They’re going to need the blunt end to hammer nails into the economic and actual coffin lids of their own making.