Monday, February 2, 2009

Ground Hog Day


P. Phil saw his shadow. More winter. For animals it means getting leaner. Not me. I will eat and drink and grow rotund. And like the movie, one day will seem so much like another. . . but I won't get it right. I will go to work on this gray, damp day and take the daily beating. How long, oh lord, how long.

On another note, I watched the Super Bowl last night. It was the first game I have watched all year. It was a good game, all and all, but I was surprised by how grim it all is. There seemed little joy in any of it, only disappointment and relief.

But maybe that is me.

4 comments:

  1. I haven't watched many games, either & I wasn't interested in the Super Bowl, but I watched the second half.
    Not a bad game, but I couldn't get into it either. No idea why!

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  2. Fitzgerald is joyful to watch, so is Hines Ward and Troy Polamalu. It's their job eh? Probably sometimes those guys think:

    "I will go to work on this gray, damp day and take the daily beating. How long, oh lord, how long."


    :)

    I wish I could see the basket or pack the Little Warrior is holding onto a bit better . I love the ink on his baby skin. He's edible.
    or at least biteable.


    make more.




    p.s. i love football. i think it is you. :P

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  3. I couldn't bear to watch the game...but then I avoid football as much as I can.
    One of your transfers I'm assuming...beautiful work!

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  4. As I said, the game just looked joyless to me, grim. It seemed the culmination our economic system. There was a lot of money on the table. Interviews with players and coaches all seemed bathed in a hostility born of fear and anger. I guess with players amped up on steroids and meth, though, what else can you expect.

    Fitzgerald--is he the Irish player?

    The image is a Polaroid voodoo thing I have worked out. Sort of. I am having trouble reproducing the look I had before. But at least I am working at it again.

    Peace and love.

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