What did I sign myself up for? I'm afraid my capacity for witty or insightful banter is waning. Can I dig deep? Do the double chaturanga push-up? Make the effort? Bleh! Well, here goes. It's not Tom Waits. I'm saving that for later. No, I give you Orrin Hatch. My apologies to anyone celebrating Hanukkah today. I don't know much more about Hanukkah than what I can read on Wikipedia. I teach second grade, and today I'll bring up some basic facts, maybe draw a Venn diagram, and find a picture book in the library to read to my students. This is fine, this curiosity, opening vistas, discovering a bigger world out there. But what's up with Orrin? Do you find this as strange as I do? My only explanation is that this is religion, politics, and money-making opportunity in bed together caught on videotape: holiday porn. I might be a little kinder if the poetry were better.
Ok, ok, I'll rustle up a genuine musical treat for you tomorrow. And Happy Hanukkah! The story of the oil that wouldn't burn out is inspiring. I can use that in getting through days. Light a candle, string up some LED's, sunnier days are just ahead.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XND3Naa6N5o
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