Is this on?
I am testing out my e-mail posting method to my blog. I am off to
Africa for 2 weeks; I hope to post photos and bits as often as I can
(because who really wants to read one huge post -- we are in the era of
soundbites, even personal notes.) I am expecting that South Africa will
have internet; Botswana, not so much. I hope to pick out only the best
photos -- no torturous slide shows here.
1 Comments:
Oh, Patitos is such a bad friend and blog reader!
I can't believe I didn't realize how soon your trip to South Africa was --I thought it was, like, months away.
My only consolation is that you can probably check your blog from, like, the airplane itself, and so you will have the pleasure of using all your high-tech toys to read this act of contrition of mine.
It doesn't have the same number of syllables as "Botswana," but I would like you to be thinking of the "Ireland song" by the (now-middle-aged) folk-pop trio The Roches, three sisters, Maggie, and Terre and Suzzie, "and for your information, we spell our last name R-O-C-H-E", a song they wrote back when there were still home-grown terrorists in the United Kingdom:
We're going away to Ireland soon,
We're going away to Ireland, Ireland,
Ireland soon.
We'll try not to get in the way of the guns
Like we always do,
Try not to get in the way of the guns,
soon.
[There was also a verse about leaving behind their boyfriends soon, which does not, I gather, apply to the Intrepid Roughgroove and his Navratilova, which ends,]
I dreamed I saw my guitar
Topple on down off the runway;
Please be careful with my guitar,
Whoever you are.
We're going away to Ireland soon,
We're going away to Ireland, Ireland,
Ireland soon.
I hope they have health food in Dublin
And strawberry apricot pie;
If they don't have those things in Dublin,
we'll probably die.
This was then followed by a near-autistic but pitch-perfect repetition for two minutes of "Ireland, boyfriend, health food" in every conceivable sing-song variation, until one of the Roches, seemingly accidentally, hits on the phrase "strawberry apricot pie," which ends the song.
I hope you've got e-mail,
Botswana,
and iPods and Bluetooth Wi-Fi;
If you don't have those things,
Botswana,
he'll probably die.
Have a lovely time, Roughgroove, and try not to get in the way of the guns, like you always do--
Patitos
10:08 PM
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