Wordsand Numbers 112/ Odd bits.
Posted on September 17, 2012
Got the Pick Your Earworm working. I’ve got the next songs picked out and it should show up this week. Give it a listen and vote.
An organization my father belonged to which was composed of Polish business and professionals gave out a scholarship to Polish students or students of Polish descent. I remember it was about $500 and they gave three a year out. Now the local paper has an article saying the organization has $1oo,000 to give out and they don’t know what to do. The old timers, my father and his buddies, would have no problem. Give it to needy students. The problem is, the president died and nobody can seem to replace him. The Polish-American business and professionals are becoming too American and not enough Polish. They’re happy with street festivals and Stanley the Dragon, their mascot, and fail to see that their responsibility goes beyond exporting Polish culture but to ensure that Polish students are given a chance to receive a college education. The days of the emigrant, lost in a big city are gone because those who came before have banded together and assimilated. Therein lies the problem. All emigrants have tried to assimilate and took great pride in their Americanization. That was a good thing. Now the children of these emigrants have become so American they forget where their roots lie. All of us but the Native Americans have roots somewhere else. We as second, third and fourth generation children have to look back to our roots. The assimilation helped season the American melting pot but we’ve lost our essence. Sure every now and then we pull out Grandma’s cookbook and make an authentic ethnic meal, but we always go back to McDonalds. Wake up, find out where you came from. Stop making fun of the accent your grandparents and parents had. Go to the church of your grandparents. Remember.
Listened to Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. The main character and his compatriots embodied the word twit. It led me to P.G. Wodehouse and What Ho, Jeeves. I liked the Masterpiece Theater versions of Jeeves and Wooster played by Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry. Hugh Laurie had the fresh face that could convey the perfect expression of the realization that he is way in too deep. Jeeves bails him out. It was a testament to a generation of English gentry that was effete and totally unprepared for the coming World War. To see that see the last embodiment of Blackadder, with Fry and Laurie again.
Earworm: Suzanne by Leonard Cohen. I had the LP and read an article about him in the NYT. The only bad part is all I’ve got is “Suzanne takes you down to a place by the river” followed by humming.
Support your local food bank. Read to a kid. Watch television shows that don’t have a laugh track. Adopt a shelter pet. Be nice to people you really dislike.
See you on Wednesday.