Total Perspective Vortex
What really happened to Trillian? Theories abound, but you can see what she's really been up to on this blog. If you're looking for white mice, depressed robots, or the occasional Pan Galactic Gargleblaster you might be better served here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/guide/.
Don't just sit there angry and ranting, do something constructive.
In the words of Patti Smith (all hail Sister Patti): People have the power.
Contact your elected officials.
Don't be passive = get involved = make a difference.
Words are cool.
The English language is complex, stupid, illogical, confounding, brilliant, beautiful, and fascinating.
Every now and then a word presents itself that typifies all the maddeningly gorgeousness of language. They're the words that give you pause for thought. "Who came up with that word? That's an interesting string of letters." Their beauty doesn't lie in their definition (although that can play a role). It's also not in their onomatopoeia, though that, too, can play a role. Their beauty is in the way their letters combine - the visual poetry of words - and/or the way they sound when spoken. We talk a lot about music we like to hear and art we like to see, so let's all hail the unsung heroes of communication, poetry and life: Words.
Here are some I like. (Not because of their definition.)
Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Smart Girls
(A Trillian de-composition, to the tune of Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys)
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
Smart girls ain’t easy to love and they’re above playing games
And they’d rather read a book than subvert themselves
Kafka, Beethoven and foreign movies
And each night alone with her cat
And they won’t understand her and she won’t die young
She’ll probably just wither away
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
A smart girl loves creaky old libraries and lively debates
Exploring the world and art and witty reparteé
Men who don’t know her won’t like her and those who do
Sometimes won’t know how to take her
She’s rarely wrong but in desperation will play dumb
Because men hate that she’s always right
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
Life(?) of Trillian
Single/Zero
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
On the road again...yeah, well, this isn't Willie's country. This is Delta-Dawn's country and there's very little to be happy about being back on the road again. Tired, stressed, and smelling really bad Working on the road and hanging by a thread Dreaming of a hot shower and a warm bed, But no trace of toothepaste, no sleep to be had.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
TSA says “No way!” to liquids, gels and pastes, too, Aerosols, snow globes, gel shoe insoles are criminal McGyver can make a bomb with even less arsenal So don’t even try to carry on anything looking like goo.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
Airports are full of humanity and humanity’s waste, Check-in, security, restrooms, and the lounge People from all over the world hang around At the end of the journey you need serious toothpaste.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
Flight delay, lost luggage, such a glamorous job Few people know the reality of business travel, Few people realize how quickly life can unravel. But those who know just say, “Aw, the poor slob.”
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
Oh sure, sometimes you stay at nice business hotels Though you’re there only to sleep a few hours before a meeting, The enjoyment of the luxury of the room’s price tag is fleeting. Five stars cannot compensate for business on-the-road Hell.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
The bell hop escorts you to your room with a smile and open palm Pointing out the mini-bar, television, bathroom and then splits Before pointing out the sewing, manicure and “intimacy” kits You try to keep your composure, your wit, your aplomb.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
Amenities and accoutrement for all bodily hygiene Except the thing first on your mind after soap You unpack your toothbrush clinging to hope, But there’s no toothpaste, which is just downright mean.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
The hotel gift shop is dark, closed, not a peep. The desk clerk gives you vague directions and a map To a 7-11 where you can buy toothpaste ASAP Just so you can brush your teeth before going to sleep.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
Why? Why no toothpaste among the vast array Of chic in-room bath products there for the taking? Does no one brush their teeth when holiday making? Is it asking too much for something to prevent tooth decay?
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
Every type of product except those for the teeth You have to wonder if it’s a conspiracy of hate Between hoteliers and the makers of toothpaste Forcing weary travelers out onto the streets.
Shampoo, conditioner, lip balm, mousse and a shower cap, Body lotion, a sewing kit, condoms, and a shoe shine sponge But I’m alone at midnight on a dark street corner with a map Trying to find toothpaste to brush away airplane grunge.
8:53 PM
