Twittle Dee

So I've furthered my with-it-ness and am now wired in to Twitter. You can now instantly find out how much grated cheese I'm putting on my spaghetti.
If you want in, I think you just search "George Knight" or my screen name, which is "georgeknight".

Geo

On a lighter note...

So I'm walking out of my neighborhood grocery store a couple of days ago, and as a car goes by the driver gives two quick, seemingly polite toots of his horn at another car, which he follows by saying out his window in a clear voice "why don't you shove it up your ass, buddy!" That on its own isn't that unusual, but the tone of the guy's voice made it kind of funny. It really wasn't your typical angry, road rage yell. He actually said it in kind of a sing-songy cadence, like he was saying "have a nice day, now", only he decided to substitute the words. Got me thinking - what if everytime someone had a profanity or just something unleasant to say, they said it with a smile and a song in their voice? Wouldn't make the content of the comments any nicer, but it might keep the stress down a bit.

It's also worth noting that many times when someone gives commentary to another motorist on their driving skills, they end it with a "buddy" or a "pal". Is the thinking that by using a pet name at the end, it will take the sting out of suggesting that someone consider procreating with themselves?

Topic for a future post: how it becomes clear when I visit other parts of the country what a complete Boston driver I am.

Be well.
George

Decent Wednesday, Sufficient Thursday, Good Friday

Alright, so with it being Easter weekend and all I got to thinking a bit about holidays and trying to make sense of the role they play. Easter for example. It's a celebration of chocolate, and bunnys that somehow have aquired the ability to lay eggs that are more brilliantly colored than any bird could produce. Mmmmm... chocolate! But of course my mind does that crazy thing it does where it gets off and running all over the place, and before long I'm thinking about religion and how it affects people's lives. My story? I was brought up Episcopalian, which I'm told is basically Catholic Lite. Long services, a fair amount of pomp & circumstance, but no confession or incense. It also is a religion, I found out from personal experience, that has a very low tolerance for children who sneak whoopee cushions into Sunday School and then deploy them during a lesson on the commandments. Thou shalt not gas? These days, when I do make it to church, I go to the Unitarian Church in my town or the next town over. I guess what I'm looking for is a sense of community and the freedom to get in touch with my spiritual side without having to stick to a strict script. Here's the thing; I feel I'm a spiritual person. I'm just not convinced that all the things they taught me during Sunday school went down exactly as written. Then I get to thinking of all the different religions in the world, and think that it's no wonder there are problems. When each religion has their own set of beliefs they are convinced are true, it's understandable some might not accept the beliefs of others. But how about this; each religion is absolutely right and true for those who believe it, and there's room in the world for there to be different ways to guide us spiritually. The problems arise when there is no tolerance for other beliefs. That leaves the door open for people to take advantage of those who have put their all into the belief and will do anything for it. Whenever I think about this, I get reminded of the very first Dave Letterman show after 9/11. he came out to do his monologue and basically said something to the effect of how ridiculous it was that people would do such a terrible thing and claim it was in the name of their religion. No religion says it's okay to kill others, but sadly there are those on the planet who have the ability to manipulate believers into justifying the act of flying an airplane into a building or shooting up a clinic. Apart from that, I think that when it comes to beliefs, whatever gets you through the night is alright. If it helps you, and doesn't hurt others, you are on the right track. As for me, I look up at the sky sometimes and talk to my Dad. I have no proof that he hears me, and I have no proof that he doesn't. The important thing is that it keeps him in my heart, and I plan to keep giving the old man updates.
If Easter happens to be a holiday you celebrate, I hope it's a fun one. Save a couple Peeps for me.
-George

Leeching... it works!

So I've been talking with my primary care doctor about the allergies that I keep getting, and the fact that Claritin helps a bit but doesn't seem to totally fix the problem. He's been talking to me for a while about leeching, and had mentioned that people are starting to realize now that medieval folks actually were on to something when they first placed leeches on the body to suck out blood and toxins. My doctor said that in his experience a good blood letting can help not only with things like allergies and cold viruses, but also with joint pain, ringing in the ears and dry scalp.
So I started today by settling into the bathtub, opening the container of leeches, and letting a few dozen of the buggers go to town on me.
I gotta say, I think I'm feeling better already. I seem to have forgotten about those nagging allergies, and there seems to be no ill side affects from the extreme blood loss. I feel like an umbrella in a doghouse! No need to yell at me, Bob Barker. Beedlee-dee... hello, leechies!
Leechie Leechie loochie!
I'm very relaxed.
I hope you enjoy today
G