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Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

Well, well, well. Now we have dys in his role of Kis met catastrophe, another synonym for when the big bang band met the heavy metal mentalist:

and to continue in the genre, listeners:

Interprète Boy George Version imprimable
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Desert loving in your eyes
All the way
If I listen to your lies would you say
I'm a man without conviction
I'm a man who doesn't know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go

Karma Karma Karma Karma
Karma Chameleon
You come and go
YOu come and go
Loving would be easy
If your colours were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

Didn't hear your wicked words
Every day
And you used to be so sweet
I heard you say
That my love was an addiction
When we cling
Our love is strong
When you go
You're gone forever
You string along
You string along

Every day is like survival
You're my lover
Not my rival
Every day is like survival
You're my lover
Not my rival

I'm a man with conviction
I'm a man who doesn't know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go

Speaking of Boy George, where's our Latin George and our French Francis?

Good evening...and I must admit that I thought Boy George was a bit more clever than he was credited to be. But I know little about music.
Anyway, I see that Phillip Johnson died yesterday at the age of 98. I'm wondering if our architecture correspondent has any comments?
Johnson never actually designed anything that was timelessly significant, but his influence on other architects of the 20th century was enormous. His "problem" was that he refused to be consistent; sticking to one theme. Instead, his curiosity led him down many different paths.

Back to the music.

John of Virginia. I just watched that segment about Philip Johnson. It's that very curiosity that is the touchstone of creativity. We don't have to like his style but we must admire his rebel cause. He died in his glass house, and I suppose that's all that truly matters to the determined individual.

Listeners, we have tried to accommodate all of our ethnic and cultural plurality of the world, but I find that most of us still cluster in corners.

A musical interlude:

You say you could fall in love with Elvis
And you love to hear Jackie Wilson sing
Wait a minute, hold it, hold it pretty baby
I just want to tell you one little thing
Oh, well your love for Elvis Presley
Wouldn't last very, very long
'Cause you'd get sick and tired of seeing him
Wiggling past your door
It's true Jackie Wilson can talk that talk
But you'd get sick and tired of seeing him
Walk that walk
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me, oh no, not me
Yes, you say you can marry Fabian
With the help of the hands of faith
But honey that will never happen
He would forget the wedding day
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me, oh no, not me
Oh yeah, it's true honey, you may get an autograph
You might even get one of them to smile your way
But when it comes down to marriage
You'll never, never, never, never see that wedding day
The only thing that you may be
To Ricky, is just a fan
You'll never get to hold him
He's a travelling man
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me, oh no, not me

Oh, oh, it's true honey, you may get an autograph
Yeah, you might even get one of them to smile your way
But remember honey, when it comes down to marriage
You'll never, never, never, never see that wedding day
The only thing that you can be
To Ricky, is just a fan
You'll never get to squeeze him
He's a travelling man
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me
It wouldn't happen with me, oh no, not me
Not me, it would not happen with me baby
Ooh, it wouldn't happen with me baby
No, it wouldn't happen with me

Interesting, edgar, how music puts our feet solidly on the ground. The last movie star that I had a tremendous crush on was Alan Ladd. I was just a kid in grade school.

As I have grown older, I realize what music is and does and, hopefully, will always do--fill us with that unknown quanity.

I just recently watched Shane. He was good all right.

Oh! I hadn't heard about Philip Johnson! Well, this is why we have the media, isn't it? If I hadn't tuned in to WA2K, I'd never have known.

Crushes on celebrities. The only one I truly had - - - At age 14 I watched the Mickey Mouse Club every day just to get a look at Annette Funicello. There was something in that face that made me think I could be in love.

Good morning, WA2K radio fans.

Well, Eva, we didn't exactly scoop Peter Jennings, but we came close.

Yes, edgar, that fabulous face of Annette.

KickyCan had an interesting thread going about a private company who fired workers who smoked at HOME. I'm not certain that the following item is the same company, but I thought that I might get the reaction from our staff and audience.

http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/nm/20050126/hl_nm/life_smoking_dc

Now it seems that other indulgences have been added to the mandate.

well, I have to say this is an interesting turn of events especially concerning one's right to privacy. Reminds me kinda sorta of the RV campground we stayed in in Austin Tx the other night, there was a bench by the office/store door with a large ash tray so I sat and had a smoke, when I wnet inside the lady at the desk told me that the owner was a devout Baptist and didn't allow smoking or alcohol on the premises, later that evening at the steak dinner at the same place was a french couple who brought their own bottle of wine to have with their dinner. I don't think anyone really noticed but I was thinking to myself what would happen if this couple was to be evicted from the RV camp because they had a bottle of wine with their dinner. Anyway, that's my only thoughts on this issue this morning (well that and what if the RV camp owner evicted someone because he decided they were over-weight?)

Snap! I loved Annette too. What a delightful lady- and not skinny either, as I remember. Womanly.

Good morning, dys. This topic has been discussed many times here and other areas, but the fact that the company is insurance related gives us a little insight. I, for one, don't believe that their concern has much to do with our health, do you?

Listeners, feel free to call in your opinions on this and other current issues.

McTag, I'm sure that edgar was preoccupied with Annette's face. What's happening in Manchester today? Are you burning your bridges behind you? <smile>

Speaking of health care, listeners. Here's a bit of unpleasantry from McTag's and smorgs neck of the woods:

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=564&ncid=564&e=8&u=/nm/20050127/ts_nm/crime_britain_shipman_dc

"First do no harm?"

Thinking about the trim, nonsmoking employer who wants all his employees to live like himself...

He ought to be careful. He may be an inspiration to others.

Perhaps overweight employers who smoke will in turn decide to hire only smokers for employees and fine those who diet. (Especially those who promote their latest eating plan on company time.)

Perhaps non-believing employers will decide to fire or fine their Christian employees because their church activities may intrude on time available to the company.

Etc.

That employer can take his job and shove it. What we do in our homes is none of his **%%*** business. I don't want to hear about the cost of insurance to the company. There, I've said it. And that's all I have to say about that.

And now, lots of celebs born this day:

1756 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, composer (Salzburg, Austria; died 1791)
1832 Lewis Carroll (Charles Dodgson), children's author and mathematician (Cheshire, England; died 1898)
1850 Samuel Gompers, labor leader and 1st president of the AFL (London, England; died 1924)
1859 William II (Kaiser Wilhelm), German emperor and king of Prussia (Germany; died 1941)
1885 Jerome Kern, composer (New York, NY; died 1945)
1900 Hyman Rickover, admiral known as the "Father of the Nuclear Navy" (Russia; died 1986)
1918 Skitch Henderson, bandleader (Halstad, MN)
1931 Mordecai Richler, author (Montreal, Quebec, Canada)
1936 Troy Donahue, actor (New York, NY)
1956 Mimi Rogers, actress (Coral Gables, FL)
1964 Bridget Fonda, actress (Los Angeles, CA)

You get 'em girl. Eva and Raggedy and Letty, oh my!

My word, Raggedy. How many times I read the Alice books. In my mind's eye I can still see that caterpillar sitting atop a mushroom with a hookah.
Somewhere I read that Carroll wrote the wonderland books to teach his grand daughter math.

I've thought about this one line many times:

One must run as fast as he can just to stay in one place. (not certain that is the exact phraseology)

For Alice, an oldie:

I once had a gown it was almost new,
oh, the daintiest thing,
it was sweet alice blue;
with little forgetmenots
placed here and there,
when I had it on, I walked on the air,
and it wore, and it wore, and it wore,
till it went and it wasn't no more.
In my sweet little alice blue gown,.......
when I first wandered down in to town,.........
I was both proud and shy,
as I felt ev'ry eye,
but in ev'ry shop window
I'd primp, passing by;
then in manner of fashion I'd frown............
and the world seem'd to smile all around,.........
till it wilted I wore it,
I'll always adore it,
my sweet little alice blue gown

Thanks, Raggedy, for the cue.

Which reminds me listeners. Do you recall every dress/suit that you wore as a child? For some reason, I do. Maybe it more firmly fixed in a girl's mind than a boy's.

I knew today was Mozart's 249th birthday...a lot of air time on the classical music station I listen to. I didn't realize he lived to be only 35. Big celebration scheduled for his 250th in Salzburg (a really cool town, by the way). I recall hitching in and meeting a fellow traveller. We ended up at a table in a huge beer hall. A middle-aged lady came up and deposited a very old man on the remaining chair. "Father," she said and all she said and she left. He was stocky and more than a bit
frail and I couldn't take my eyes off his hands. His fingers, I'm not sure if he had all ten, pointed in about four different directions. I still remember that image after thirty years: his fingers, twisted, broken.
There was no attempt to talk. We just smiled at each other and perhaps laughed a bit when we caught each other watching the good looking girls pass by. And, at my expense, he drank me under the table. About 11 pm his daughter came back and took him home. He waved goodbye to me with his right hand. And I saw again some of those fingers. Haunting fingers.

Johnny, my boy, you have the most spellbinding anecdotes to relate. Isn't it interesting, listeners, how many of us relate to the hands?

For those of us who are not familiar with Salzburg:

http://www.salzburg.info/

Yes, Mozart died too young, and there are many speculations:

http://www.angelfire.com/bc2/mozart/text.htm

I recall trying to play his Turkish Rondo.

John, never try and drink a German or an Irishman under the table, especially at your own expense.