Burrs under the saddle
The big troubles tend to bring out people’s strength—that “keep calm and carry on” spirit of the Blitz in London. It’s the little irritations that accumulate and wear away one’s patience and equanimity. Like these.
You would think that people who work for a classical music station would take the trouble to learn how to pronounce names properly. But no, you regularly hear the disyllable Dvorak mangled as “DUH-vor-zhak.”
Mind you, I’m calmer now that I work evenings instead of listening on the early-evening drive home the relentless cycle of the Dvorak Slavonic dance, the Strauss waltz, the Brahms Hungarian, and the von Suppe overture that some sadist programs day after day.
Apparently Comcast’s On Demand has dropped Law and Order UK, the bastards. Never mind that it was basically the plot lines from the American version with wigs and Received Pronunciation. What am I supposed to watch now, that sappy remake of Hawaii Five-O?
I’ve had my fill of commercials for automobiles in which trick drivers zoom along stretches of empty road. Everyone knows perfectly well that we will either creep along a beltway at fifteen miles an hour or be menaced by some cowboy who mistakes Hillen Road and Perring Parkway for the Bonneville salt flats.
It makes no sense that nearly every liquor store carries that ersatz bourbon they distill in Tennessee while Old Forester is hard to find.
Mentioning Tennessee brings to mind that they have another moronic legislator attempting to smuggle creationism into the science curriculum under the guise of “teaching the controversy.” You’d think that after the Scopes trial the state would be a little more jealous of the tattered remnants of its reputation. But if they think “teaching the controversy” is such a fine idea, let them dictate that Marxism and Facism be taught alongside capitalism and democracy.
I am still waiting for word that Paula Deen is to be tried for crimes against humanity.