Sunday, July 02, 2006

Estonians reign at wife-carrying championships

I just couldn't resist sharing this one. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13655368/ And the winners received their wife's weight in beer asthe prize. Amen brother! Finally - something for those who have saftig wives to be proud of. WOP, what do ya think about passing this one on to Brian at Nany's - maybe he can incorporate a new game into the Booze-Cruise this summer.

7 comments:

mp said...

Grievance #1: "Oh - and stop calling Moon Pie the poet": Damned if I submit to a tyranny of names, or allow myself to be remade in Paddy's image. Even if he is the great decider, who elected him Adam? As Foucalt might say, to name something or one is to establish a form of control over it. Perhaps it's time for a resistance? Off with Paddy's head!

Grievance #2: “Where are my informers?” Doing real work, too much of it. And enjoying Paddy’s coffee. From what one sees, SPS is running as normal. No nightly talk shows with Paddy and Wop, and no newspaper as of yet, but plenty of meetings with Alitos and Frists, plenty of field trips to LoCs and Antietams. I guess Paddy will have to wait to get the scoop from those who actually have a hand in it. I may put the question to P.S. or C.C.

Grievance #3: On at least two occasions Paddy has chastised the good Wop and myself for not contributing to the blog. Properly shamed, I would like to announce the beginning of a series featuring my daily lunches in the Hogwarts refectory. My first post will include a photograph of me poised with mouth wrenched violently open to devour a Salisbury steak pinched between two chopsticks. In the background: milk coolers, no longer so prodigiously stocked now that it’s summer, old photographs, the lozenge-shaped stained-glass windows, the larger-than-life-size portrait of the famous English teacher propped over the fireplace, and the SPSers all happily chomping on victuals and champing for their ritual Saturday spin to the Smithsonian or Georgetown. For the hell of it I shall try to come across as slightly annoyed at my fellow diners, and at the food itself (since after a year in the Hogwarts dorm I should be tired of Salisbury steak, right?), but I will ultimately confess gratitude for the refined conversation before signing off with my favorite Thoreau quote: “if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams . . . .” Good bye to all that.

Paddy, travel writing’s the easiest kind. It requires no special effort at seeing—you look out your window, or take photos of street vendors, and you can assume reader interest simply because we’re not there and you are. Don’t criticize Wop and myself for not posting when daily you have a fresh stream of pre-packaged and ready to serve material.

mp said...

Oh - sincerely yours,
MP

Paddy said...

Wow - that Moon Pie is one agrieved dude!

Paddy said...

better correct the misspelling or the pissed-off Pie will jump all over that as well -- aggrieved that is

Paddy said...

AND hell yeah, take that photo of you eating steak with chops in the refectory with the SPS buggers. Don't underestimate our interest in the quotidian realities of Moon Pie-ness. And I full well know the post-mod hetero-orthodoxy of the semiotics of the named. Perhaps we should post the 'null blog' to show solidarity with the oppressed Moon Pies of the world who reject linguistic imperialism. Come on man, look at the name of the blog. Did we create the derogatory language of ethnic categories? Am I crying in my beer because someone calls me WOP, Paddy or whatever (and I know people call me much more creative names)? Embrace the eternal Paddy-ness. Revel in our universal WOPdom. Leave your greivances at the door - and if you think my posts are pre-packaged, then I'll gladly spend my time doing more meaningful and personally satisfying things.

mp said...

It was just a joke Paddy. All in good fun, but perhaps over-the-top (I hadn't had my morning coffee when I wrote); if so, I apologize. I like the posts and certainly hope to see more of them. Wop and I talked this stuff at Nanny's the other night, but what seems sarcastic and funny in conversation doesn't always transfer into the written word.

Things are fine here. Someone left a rolled-up poster of Mao propped on your door on Thursday. Take it easy.

mp said...

The pre-packaged comment was intended as an oblique reference to the pre-packaged fried chicken. Probably in poor taste.