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Shelley Berman
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Shelley Berman (born 3 February 1926, in Chicago, Illinois) is a comedian, writer, teacher, and actor.

His early years were filled with dreams of the stage. After numerous failed serious plays, Berman found himself with The Compass Players, an improv comedy troupe, where he found his first success. This troupe would later became The Second City.

He left the group in 1957 and created his own comedy style. Contrasting with the frenetic, ad libbed style popular at the time, Berman's act was perfectly timed and poignant, while remaining improvised. This would be expected, given his theater background.

His preferred mode of delivery was seated on a high stool at center stage, as opposed to his contemporaries, who tended to stalk the stage or prop themselves up on a piano or microphone stand. His honest, biting, satiric comedy style soon found its niche.

His 1959 debut album won the first non-music Grammy ever, and the cover of that album cemented his image as a skinny guy sitting on a high chair, cigarette in one hand and a microphone in the other. He went on to appear on the Ed Sullivan Show over 20 times, The Jack Paar Show, and numerous other variety and TV specials throughout the 1960s.

During the 1970s and 1980s, Berman stayed out of the limelight following undisclosed personal issues and the death of his son. By 1989, he had returned to comedy by taking small roles. In 1995, Berman released a new live comedy album.

Since then, he has been part of numerous projects, including Curb Your Enthusiasm, Friends, Arli$$, King of Queens, The Bernie Mac Show and Meet The Fockers.

Since 1982, Berman has been teaching in the Master of Professional Writing Program at The University of Southern California, in the subject of Writing Humor, Literary and Dramatic. He has written three books, and continues to write and act.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shelley_Berman

There were three guys talking in the pub. Two of them are talking about
the amount of control they have over their wives, while the third remains quiet.
After a while one of the first two turns to the third and says,
"Well, what about you, what sort of control do you have over your wife?"
The third fellow says, "I'll tell you. Just the other night my wife came to me on her hands and knees."
The first two guys were amazed. "Wow! What happened then?" they asked.
The third man took a healthy swallow of his beer, sighed and uttered,
"She said, 'Get out from under the bed and fight like a man.'"

Well, folks. We can always trust our hawkman to deliver his bio's. and I am certain that our Raggedy won't be far behind.

Many of us here are familiar with Michener, but of all his books, I prefer Hawaii.

Everyone is in search of our Shewolfin. If any of you hear know of her whereabouts, please let us know.

Bob, I do wonder if any woman can control a man. <smile>

How about an "out" of control song, folks:

oops, here it is.

Rolling Stones
» Out Of Control

I was out in the city
I was out in the rain
I was feeling down-hearted
I was drinking again
I was standing by the bridges
Where the dark water flows
I was talking to a stranger
About times long ago
I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was lucky
Tell me how have I changed
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh help me now
And the girls in the doorway
And the boys on the game
And the drunks and the homeless
They all know me
And the police on the corner
Give a nod and a wave
As they point me
To my final destination
I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
Feeling lucky
Tell me how have I changed
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh help me now
In the hotel I'm excited
By the smile on her face
But I wondered
How was time
Gonna change her
I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was out there
Tell me how have I changed
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh I'm out
Oh out of control

Still looking for Norman Rockwell paintings, listeners. Until we locate the proper one, here's a freedom song:


The Song Of The Free

The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion's rage.

The cloud puts forth it deluge strength
When lightning cleaves its breast,
When the soul is stirred to its in most depth
Great ones unfold their best.

Let eyes grow dim and heart grow faint,
And friendship fail and love betray,
Let Fate its hundred horrors send,
And clotted darkness block the way.

All nature wear one angry frown,
To crush you out - still know, my soul,
You are Divine. March on and on,
Nor right nor left but to the goal.

Nor angel I, nor man, nor brute,
Nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
The books do stop in wonder mute
To tell my nature; I am He.

Before the sun, the moon, the earth,
Before the stars or comets free,
Before e'en time has had its birth,
I was, I am, and I will be.

The beauteous earth, the glorious sun,
The calm sweet moon, the spangled sky,
Causation's law do make them run;
They live in bonds, in bonds they die.

And mind its mantle dreamy net
Cast o'er them all and holds them fast.
In warp and woof of thought are set,
Earth, hells, and heavens, or worst or best.

Know these are but the outer crust -
All space and time, all effect, cause.
I am beyond all sense, all thoughts,
The witness of the universe.

Not two nor many, 'tis but one,
And thus in me all me's I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.

From dreams awake, from bonds be free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.


- Swami Vivekananda

Good Afternoon. Look no further.

Ah, folks, there's our dependable Raggedy with Norman.

Look at the doctor closely, if you will, because you are looking at a vanishing species.

Thank you, PA.

You're most welcome Letty. A couple of my favorite Rockwell pictures wouldn't post. Thinking the very same thing about doctors as I posted.

Pittsburghers are garbed in black and gold and celebrations are in full swing. I dread what this city will be like if the Steelers don't win this Sunday.

Lord have mercy on us poor ignorant sports fans, girl. I had forgotten that tomorrow is Super Bowl day.

Well, this is for our Raggedy:




Stiller Fight Song (70's version)

Da-Da-Da-Da-Ta-Da - Charge!

We're from the town with that great football team,
We cheer the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Chuck Noll and all his friends are all on the field.
Go out and get them Steelers.


Bradshaw, and Rocky, and Franco and Lynn,
We love you Pittsburgh Steelers.
It's been many years in coming,
just keep that Steelers machinery humming


Defense, Defense, make them scramble, intercept that ball.
Defense, Defense, keeps the Steelers always best of all!
Mean Joe, Mean Joe, do your thing against the other team,
You start from year to year, we're so glad you play here,
Now join with me, and sing the Steelers cheer-er-ER!


We're from the town with that great football team,
We cheer the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Winning's a habit, not only a dream,
Go out and get them Steelers!


Gerela's Gorrilas are here for the show,
and so is Franco's Army,
It's been many years in coming,
just keep that Steelers machinery humming.

Offense, Offense, take that football whole way up the field!
Offense, Offense, let's score and score and never ever yield!
Franco, Franco, can you believe we have a running game?

The Steelers are so great, and so hard to overrate,
Good things, will come, to those who work and wait.

Charge!

Not tomorrow, Letty. Sunday is the game.

Thanks for the song. I do think it needs a little updating however, but we'll leave that task to Edgar. He used to be a Steeler fan.

Hello
Have come back from the pub
Had chips & gravy on the way home, then caught train.
All well

Bless

McT

Naked Man Charges Two Moving Cars in Wis.

WITTENBERG, Wis. (AP) - Authorities had no trouble locating the suspect after getting a call about a pedestrian attacking two moving cars. He was the one with no clothes.

Police said the first complaint came in at 9:36 a.m. Thursday after a woman encountered a naked man on a road. As she drove around him, he charged the vehicle, hit the right fender and jumped on the hood, smashing the windshield and breaking off the passenger side mirror, authorities said.

He slid off and was lying on the road but got up into a football-type stance and charged a second vehicle as it approached, damaging a fender.

He then opened the door, climbed in the vehicle and sat down, authorities said.

An ambulance got to the scene ahead of sheriff's deputies and had no trouble with the man, sheriff's Sgt. Staber Cook said.

The 42-year-old man was taken in for medical treatment and psychological assessment, Cook said. His name was not released.

The motorists were not injured.

Apologies to Raggedy, listeners, for the faux pas concerning the super bowl. I just found the first fight song that I ran across, PA. and with the exception of VMI; UVA; and Virginia Tech, I don't know no super stuff. <smile> oops. I also know Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech and a helluva engineer.

Hey, Reyn. That amazing anecdote fit right in. Football stance you say?

McTag, Ain't you an engineer? Play us a fight song from your pub days.

And if you liked the last one, you'll like this one better.....


Alleged Burglar Gets Stuck in Oven Vent

ORLANDO, Fla. (AP) - An alleged burglar was rescued Thursday after he got stuck overnight in the oven vent of the convenience store he was trying to rob, the fire department said.

Investigators said Lonnie Shields, 37, climbed into a small vent on the roof of the New City Mart at about 2 a.m. and wasn't found until store employees arrived at about 8 a.m.

Shields, who faces charges of burglary of a structure, was treated at a nearby hospital and booked into Orange County Jail on $1,000 bond.

"He was banged up and crunched up and uncomfortable from being in that pipe for about six hours," Orlando fire chief Greg Hoggatt said.

Well, Reyn. things could have been worse; they could have left him there. <smile>

An item from the world of archaeology:

MILAN (Reuters) - A Stone Age man found frozen in the Alps some 5,300 years after he was murdered under mysterious circumstances may have been a childless social outcast, a new study showed.



Italian anthropologist Franco Rollo studied fragments of the DNA belonging to Oetzi, as the mummy has come to be known, and found two typical mutations common among men with reduced sperm mobility, the museum that stores the "iceman" said.

A high percentage of men with such a condition are sterile.

"Insofar as the 'iceman' was found to possess both mutations, the possibility that he was unable to father offspring cannot be eliminated," the South Tyrol Museum of Archaeology in the Alpine town of Bolzano said in a statement.

"This not improbable hypothesis raises new questions concerning his social rank within his society," it added, arguing that the new evidence supported a theory that viewed the man as a social outcast.

Hikers discovered Oetzi in the mountains between Italy and Austria in 1991.

and a song for our poor pariah:


Song Name: ICE MAN BLUES
Title: Artist: UNKNOWN Song: ICE MAN BLUES Album: UNKNOWN

ICE MAN BLUES






You are viewing lyrics of ICE MAN BLUES by UNKNOWN from the album UNKNOWN at LyricsAndSongs.COM


I'm the ice man baby, I sell the coldest stuff in town
I'm the ice man baby, yes I sell the coldest stuff in town
Anytime you get hot baby, call up your ice man and I'll cool you down

Every man's got a woman, and every boy's got a chick
Every man's got a woman, oo-hoo and every boy's got a chick
But you don't have to worry about no ice man, cause your ice man always have his pick

You owe me for fifty pounds, yes and you claim you ain't got no dough
Listen to me baby
You owe me for fifty pounds, and you come around here tellin' you ain't got no dough
Well if you pay me some of my money, I ain't gonna put in your box no more

I sell ice to all the women
To all the finest chicks in town
Won't their husbands be real softy
When they find out what the ice man puttin' down
I'm the ice man baby, yes I sell the coldest stuff in town
And won't their husbands be real softy,
huh, when they find out what the ice man puttin' down
And I sell the coldest stuff in town!

Odd, folks, that more is known about otezi than the folks who wrote and sang this song.

Seems a fitting punishment to me, Letty.

<smile> You are such fun, B.C.

Earlier, folks. I asked about Bach's "Oh Sacred Head" and now I find that Mr. Simon has a song based on that wonderful classic:





American Tune Lyrics



Words & music by Paul Simon


Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far a-way from home, so far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it's alright, it's alright
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the a-ge's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

One last one before you sign off for tonight. Think of this story as you drift off to sleep, Letty! :wink:


Cargo Worker Sleeps, Wakes Up in Turkey

ISTANBUL, Turkey (AP) - It was a short flight, and Muhammet Ahmet Mursi slept almost the whole way. No leg room complaints. No cramped seats. No annoying intercom announcements.

Only the heat wasn't on and it started to get a little cold. Cold enough to make Mursi wake up. Cold enough to make him realize he was in the cargo hold. Cold enough that he screamed so loud the pilots heard him.

Mursi, a cargo worker in Saudi Arabia, fell asleep on the job Wednesday night as he loaded the suitcases of Muslim pilgrims from Turkey on a Turkish Airlines flight from the Saudi port city of Jeddah to the southeastern Turkish city of Diyarbakir.

Mursi woke up somewhere over southeastern Turkey, television station NTV reported Thursday. He managed to make himself heard from among the boxes and suitcases he was stretched out on, prompting the pilots to pump him some hot air.

Bearded, wearing all orange and on a stretcher, Mursi was seen being taken from an airport in Diyarbakir, Turkey for medical treatment at a local hospital.

Yusuf Yagmur, a doctor, said Mursi was suffering from pneumonia.

"The patient was in a panic and he had pneumonia," Yagmur told Anatolia news agency. "His treatment will take a few days."

He will be returned to Saudi Arabia, probably on a seat, when his treatment is complete, NTV said.

I'm not about to retire yet, Reyn.

Amazing anecdote again, B.C. Wonder what it would be like to fall asleep on the job and wake up somewhere in another world, listeners?

Just imagining again. Would it be frightening? Would it be exhilarating? Would it be humorous?

Well, that is my monologue for this evening.

What is yours, listeners?

Hey, Reyn. You knew something that I didn't.

goodnight with a quote:

The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains.The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.
-- William Arthur Ward

From Letty with love