Presby-Musings

I have to confess that I haven't really watched the Winter Olympics .  I watch SportsCenter, which tells me everything I need to know about the Olympics without having to watch Bob Costas --or whoever is replacing Bob Costas since he got pink eye (probably from his hotel room--I hear the Russians really spared every expense this go round).  I do check to see if the U.S.A. is winning in the medal count, though.  THAT matters to me.  I like to win. I may not like to watch ice dancing, but I am glad that we won that event.  USA-USA-USA! Speaking of ice dancing... ice skaters are pretty graceful, wouldn't you say?  On the rare occasions when I have watched skating, I have always thought the skaters to be graceful people.  I also get that it's extremely hard to do the things they do, balanced as they are on ice--held up by two little metal blades.  I saw the Will Ferrell movie Blades of Glory , too.  So I guess I'm kind of an expert on the g...

Sometimes there's a song that is a song for the moment. A song that has that right mix of quirky music and infectious lyrics that invades your skull and stays there like that old roommate you had when you were in college, the one that never paid rent and occupied your couch watching SportsCenter and Jerry Springer for a whole semester, while you were trying to write that paper on Herman Melville 's Billy Budd  for that weird professor who thought that every truly American story about "men and fish" had gay undertones. Sometimes there's a song.  And I'm talking about Gotye 's " Somebody That I Used To Know " here, that gets played on the radio roughly three hundred times an hour, and somehow you can't shut it off when it's playing no matter how much you think you want to.  Instead, you find yourself singing along at the top of your lungs in the car, making up the lyrics that you can't understand as if you know exactly what they...