Friday, April 21, 2006

Random Facts to Start Your Weekend.


1) I was just a kid in 1969...the year Max Yasgur opened up his farm in Bethel, New York and allowed a small nation of legendary musicians and flowerchildren for three days of "togetherness" that has yet to be duplicated...regardless of the attempts that have been made. My parents were too old and too conservative to even fake enthusiasm for such a gathering and I was certainly too young and far away from the action to ever think I could go. It didn't keep me from wishing I was old enough. But even then I knew something special was happening and it's certainly no accident that some of my favorite all-time singers today were headliners at Woodstock. Crosby, Stills & Nash, Sly & the Family Stone, Joe Cocker, Janis Joplin, Carlos Santana. Maybe I'm just not meant to stand three days of standing in a muddy field or nude bathing in a lake with a couple thousand strangers ...just for the possibility of hearling Arlo Guthrie perform. But then again...you never know until you try.

2) I saw Paul McCartney's picture on the cover of AARP Magazine today. Can I just tell you how depressing that is for me? I mean...I've seen the man in concert. He still doesn't move like an old guy and he doesn't sound like one either. I can do the math and figure out that he's 64 this year...just like his song, but there are just some things I'd rather not contemplate and two that come to mind are: 1) The image of lovely Sir Paul riding a Rascal Mobility Scooter or 2) "The Walrus" doing commercials for Depends Adult Diapers. Don't even go there.

3) I didn't go to my high school prom. My boyfriend at the time was a freshman in college and conveniently forgot how important it might be for me. He didn't tell me until a few weeks prior that he wouldn't be able to take me, though he offered the services of his best friend who was available...although shorter than me. I said "no" and stayed home. It still bugs me.

4) When I'm ready for sleep I like the room to be dark. Pitch dark. Mr. Half would be happy to leave the curtains open so that moonlight would stream into the bedroom. It's a problem. Part of my preference is that my eyesight is bad. I'm feeling my way around the bedroom anyway, but semi-darkness just makes me see shadows and shapes that I can't make sense of and, upon waking from a sound sleep, cause my imagination to scare the crap out of me.

5). I am what's known as a Kinesthetic learner. That means I learn by doing stuff much more readily than I do by reading or hearing about it. Hearing directions on how to get some place or seeing a map will help me only a little. I can read a map, but that's not the problem. I have to drive to that place in order for the route to be burned into my brain. Riding in the passenger seat doesn't help me at all. I have to be behind the wheel.

6). I love Mr. Rogers...still. When I was teaching school during the first year, I would come home almost every day and turn on Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. His gentle voice and patient demeanor were the perfect antidote after a day with adolescents who were hostile to the King's English.
Sometimes I'd drink a cold beer and luxuriate in the words of a man who said he loved me "just the way I was". PBS has his syndicated show on so danged early in the morning these days that a pre-schooler has to be a really early riser or an insomniac in order to catch the show.
It's a shame, too.


That's all I've got....have a good weekend.

16 Comments:

Blogger CISSY said...

I was too young to go to Woodstock, but in reality I was also too sheltered to have even heard about Woodstock until I was much older. My parents conveniently scheduled "homework time" in another room, far away from the 6 o'clock news. And, we were always in bed way before 10 p.m. You always sort of wish you could have been there...but then again that would put us right on the cover of AARP with Sir Paul and I'm not quite ready for that yet.

Similarities. I too have to have a pitch black room to sleep, and also have to drive somewhere to know where i'm going. I'm just as bad about parking. If I'm not driving, I have no clue where we parked.

4:38 AM  
Anonymous TB said...

I've always felt I was born 15 years too late and I should have been at Woodstock - I think that's why I love concerts and festivals so much.
I'm a kinesthetic learner also. Do you find that people get bent out of shape when you ask them to just show you instead of trying to explain something to you?

Have a wonderful weeekend!

7:01 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

I LOVE Mr. Rogers, did so as a child and even more so now that I have my own little one. Unfortunately, he is on at a crappy time here, so Mr. Personality never gets to see it unless he is sick. Think midafternoon.

It is such a pacing switch from some of the frenetic shows they have now.

8:57 AM  
Blogger Shelley said...

I always fantasized about getting to be on "Mr. Rogers" and visiting the *real* Neighborhood of Make-Believe. I was ready with my Keds and cardigan in case the Speedy Delivery guy came by to pick me up on his bike, and I wanted to marry King Friday when I grew up. (No, I never thought about the fact that this would have required him to divorce Queen Sara.) Anyway, maybe that's why I'm still single -- I'm pretty sure the King turned out to be gay. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) Turns out, I'm probably more like Lady Elaine ... single, with my very own Henrietta Pussycat. (That sounds dirty, but it's totally not.)

Ah, memories.

5:27 PM  
Anonymous V-Grrrl said...

My hubs likes the room pitch black. He was born on Groundhog's Day so I think he has a mystical connection with animals that sleep underground. I bought him a sleep mask. He looked at me like I was retarded.

12:00 AM  
Blogger Lucky Lum said...

Yeah, I never went to my high school prom either.
I tell everyone I didn't really want to go, but the truth is no one asked me. And I would have liked to go.
Oh well... (sigh)


I've always been a hippy at heart!

9:12 AM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

You are me! I can only say about Paul that 60 is the new 40. I hope this will make us rethink what "old" is.

My stepmother was not only at Woodstock, she is in the movie, waiting on line at one of the portajohns. Yeah!

Oh and re your comment at sarcastic journalist (sara jessica)--I bet she'd read your blog and think, how great to be anonymous. To be normal. Just for a day. Just a guess.

9:25 AM  
Blogger Nilbo said...

I had to make a choice in 1969. Some friends were going to Woodstock, and some other friends were going to California - which VW Van did I want to jump into? I jumped into the California van, and had a great time - arrived a few days after the Sharon Tate murders, a bunch of longhairs in a van. We got pulled over for speeding, all of us jumped out to stretch our legs, and had a gun pointed at us. Jaysus.

I don't know if I would have enjoyed Woodstock. I mean, it sounds good in theory, but it had all the problems you would associate with a mass gathering, and in addition it pissed rain most of the time. My friends got back and said the music was great but by and large they spent most of their time wet and miserable and none of them got laid. Which, all I can say is, I wish they all could be California Girls.

I don't like pitch darkness - for anything, including sleeping. It might be because I spend so much time on the road in hotel rooms - when you wake up in the middle of the night, you don't know if you're in Omaha or Edmonton, so a lil light is helpful.

I have the nearest thing to an eidetic memory - if I see it or do it or hear it or touch it, I remember it. It's good for some things, not so good for others. I truly wish I had a "delete" function.

7:29 PM  
Blogger Rude Cactus said...

Mr. Rogers just rocked. I once told my parents that I wanted to have him over for dinner. We never did but we all always thought the idea was a cool one.

8:42 AM  
Blogger Rock said...

Goddammit - there is way too much we have in common:

1) I too would like the moonlight to stream in and the lights from the harbor and the view of the port - but nooo - Deobrah needs extra pitch blackness.

2) McCartney is the best - have you seen his concert at Red Square? - and as much as it was sort of poohed poohed at the time, his Super Bowl halftime was way better than the Stones. He rocks - and he's sixty-four.

3) Probably the first I have ever admitted it to anyone besides who I sleep with - but I loved MisterRogers too. In fact just last week I was fliiping through channels in my hotel room and caught one episode. The guy just sort of hypnotized me - I never really got off on any of that Land of Make beleive stuff - I just liked how he could make playing with cardboard and a spoon somehow enjoyable.

I can't remember what else you had there - I was just stunned by this new green background. Is that an enviroinmental statement?

3:24 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

In WWII Mr. Rogers was supposed to be quite different than his TV image. At the least I'll say he was a spcialist.

12:16 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

I did not go either at 14 I as still considered too young to camp in a field.

Wow. You still listen to Sly? I did not know he still recorded.

I picked up the most recent CSN CD for a buck. It was okay, definitely better than the negative criticism.

I liked the colored fonts fir the period.

12:20 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

Paul looks old. I know I'm young because when I hit 50, AARP did not send a subscription request.

12:22 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

My sister's boyfriend actually told her a week before the prom, that he was not taking her. She asked a neighbor to take her, and my Dad paid for the tux.

I did not go myself.

12:26 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

5. does that mean you get lost alot, or you ride with someone who gives direction?

12:28 PM  
Blogger Ditsy Chick said...

They have a name for learning like that, huh?

Love to Fred! My kids have never seen his show and that just makes me sad...

4:15 PM  

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