winkgirl4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Clearer picture. I forget, sometimes, that a wide variety of people read this journal. I don't always take into consideration that when I talk about football that English readers are thinking of a completely different game. I received the following letter from Spike: "Dearest Heather, I have returned from an excellent weekend in the Old Smoke (London) (more later) Thankyou for your e-mails - I hope that you are well and feeling a little more positive about life today! I am so glad that you are finally getting better. I know that it was a bit previous of me, but I was preparing an obituary type thing for you... "Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come etc etc." Not very original and a bit obvious but, with the right delivery, I think that it would have reduced Brad to tears!! There's lots that I want to write, but I have to work. i hope to be able to write some more later this evening. With regards to the soundtrack of my life, The Bob Marley song that makes me think of Rosie is 'Stir it Up' and not as stated earlier! I hold her in my arms and we dance around the kitchen together whenever it is played. By the way, I was reading an article in a Sunday newspaper this weekend, about guns and americans - 'From my Cold Dead Hands...' etc (it's ironic, but the only sport at which I showed any talent was shooting and I can't stand guns) Apparently there is a bloke called Dick Clark who is an american icon and his catch phrase is ' Music is the soundtrack of your life' or something like that - so now I know where you got it from! I appreciate your spelling of 'favourite' I shal trie to retturn the curtisy and spel evrythin lyk an Amoricain! (My innate English arrogance and rudeness coming to the fore I'm afraid!) As regards your last journal entry, I must confess that I'm totally lost!! I gather that TWA played NSU in a fruit bowl. I can assure you that i have never scoffed at KYState (even if I knew what it was) Crimson Creams?? Here in the UK we have rather nice biscuits called Custard Creams and Orange creams and even Gypsy Creams. Are your Crimson Creams perhaps raspberry flavoured? If your USC is ready to burst, perhaps you should say 'to hell with the expense' and visit your doctor as soon as possible - Eeeeeeesh it sounds horrible, but then, being 'fit to be tied' doesn't sound too good either. 21-7 that's a heavy defeat if ever i saw one. Was the entire journal entry a coded message to some evil axis? I'm rushing now, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm back! the bits of prose that i liked were about kicking a football around at school, watching your dad fix his car, talking to justin about war and others that i can't think of just now, but I'll get back to you. I'm off this afternoon to waatch rosie in her school christams play - I'll let you know all about it. take care fond regards [Spike]" Dearest Spike, I'm so sorry about the cryptic journal entry. I forget that not everyone is the College Football fan that I am. I will do a bit of decyphering for you: KState: Otherwise known as Kansas State University. Before this weekend, they were ranked #13 in the nation. They are the proud wearers of purple and white uniforms, and thanks to our lack of effort on the field have jumped to the number ten spot. OU: (Defined) Until this weekend the University of Oklahoma was the number one ranked college football team in the country- and rightly so. Home of Bob Stoops (Head coach) and Jason White (Senior Quarterback and Hiesman Trophy candidate). They fly the very regal colors of Crimson and Cream. (Though, I have to say, as I am cutting the number of carbohydrates in my diet, a nice, little raspberry cream sounds absolutely scrumptious, right now.) OU is simply the greatest college football team, ever. Enough said. LSU: Also known as Louisiana State University, is my brother-in-law's alma mater and a team that I root (or cheer) for, pretty much on his behalf. LSU is really one of those little teams that could. They have off and on seasons but have had little luck climbing to the top of the rankings in the past. Despite the fact that most of the people in their state are backhills hillbillies with a taste for everything crawfish, they have a good coach and, this year, a very good team. USC: Respectively, is the University of Southern California. Not really the greatest team on earth but, due to our (OU's) lack of standing on the field this past weekend, they have risen to the top and currently hold the number one seat, forcing us into the number three spot, right behind LSU. The whole "Bowl" system is as flawed as our current electoral process. Who goes to what "Bowl Game" is based on a combination of the BCS, AP and ESPN polls- which I would explain but isn't really worth the effort. It would be like my explaining why we have electoral colleges and how beneficial they are to our voting process. Both systems are flawed and, yet, are kept in place by those who thwart simpler solutions. That's the American way, I guess. On to the "Soundtrack of Your Life" thing. Actually, I can claim no such ties to Dick Clark, the ever-young host of American Bandstand ( a show more popular decades ago, than now). A friend of mine suggested that we all make a list of the songs that we put on the soundtrack to our life. The idea was so interesting to me that I found it a very useful tool in getting to know other people better. You can tell a lot about a person by the songs on their soundtracks. I am feeling SO much better. I am still suffering from an annoying cough but have my voice back completely and have returned to my regular exercise routines. I feel tip-top (to borrow one of your expressions.) I appreciate the eulogy, all the same. That was quoted in Three Barmitzvahs and a Briss... er... sorry, Three Weddings and a Funeral- one of my favorite movies. I love English weddings. And, really, you've got to love a movie where the first three words are "Fuck. Fuck, Fuck!" Speaking on the differences in our linguistic choices, your paragraph about our unusual spellings was rather funny. As a person with an Enlish degree, I can admit it's flaws. It would, however, take an enormous effort to reorganize our alphabet and spelling systems and, sadly, unless it has to do with overtaking oil-rich countries (under the guise of saving it's people from dictators) or protecting our rights to pornography, I'm afraid to say that we aren't really big on enormous efforts. Hope this was helpful. Always, Heather
9:59 a.m. - 2003-12-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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