Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I read a short article in the latest Good Housekeeping that gave a run down of the current teen lingo. Apparently, the new word for friend, is "home skillet." Now, I'm not sure what this comes from. I do think it's kind of funny though. The other one that tickled the funny bone was "chillaxin", as in "Hey home skillet! What you doin?" "Just chillaxin' G" Heh heh. Yes, I'm easily amused. RM and I saw Walk the Line a couple of weekends ago, and I've had Johnny Cash music on the brain ever since. I grew up listening to a lot of different music. My mother loves Motown. I listened to a lot of the Temptations, The Four Tops, etc. My dad, on the other hand, really likes Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, bluegrass, you get the idea. Highly amusing to see a Chinese man who grew up in San Francisco like his old-time country. Anyway, Walk the Line brought back all of that music. I had a similar experience after seeing Oh Brother, Where Art Thou. So inspired by the Man in Black, I've written a song for you all. If you know the Johnny Cash song "Folsom Prison Blues" you can sing along. Frog Pond Blues I hear a swift a comin’; it’s spinning ‘round and round again, And I ain’t seen a knittin’ needle since I don’t know when. I’m stuck in the old frog pond and I keep unravelin’ on. See that swift keeps pulling out my stitches until I’m all gone. When I was just cast on stitches, my knitter told me, “Wool, Always be true to gauge, and don’t split cause that’s not cool.” But I sagged and broke and snarled just to see my knitter cry. When I hear that swift whirring, I just hang my head and sigh. I bet there’s DK weight merino on her needles now. She’s fondling sock yarn, and holding cotton to her cool brow, But I know I had it comin’, I know I can’t be that cute cardi, But she’s knitting up some novelty, and that’s what tortures me. Well, if I was freed from this frog pond, if those knitting needles were mine, I bet I’d knit myself into an heirloom aran in no time, Far, far from the frog pond, that’s where I’d like to stay, Before that swift rips all my stitches away. Hope you all enjoyed it! If Nautie had a face, he'd be smilin'