Be Careful of the Karmic Energy of the Material Girl
Something told me after I made my little comment about Madonna in my last post that I had set some strange things in motion. If a blogger in San Diego sneezes on his keyboard, does it cause a hurricane in a Guy Ritchie movie? First of all, my wife, Elaine, is quite the Madonna devotee. She speaks often of her childhood memory of her and her best friend choreographing a dance routine to a Madonna song during a sleep-over. More than once she and I have had to go to our separate corners after a heated “Madonna is crap”, “No she isn’t,” debate. I’ve learned to not go there, and believe me it is a sign of true love when I can keep the “Madonna is crap” comments to myself. So I wasn’t really surprised when she said that she liked my post last night, except for the part about Madonna. Apparently while I was writing the thing, she was in the bedroom watching the interview in which Madonna was making her “no morality in children’s books” statement. For a brief moment I wanted to press her on the issue, ask her if she could see the irony in Madonna’s statement. Her response: “People change when they have kids.”
Ugh.
Before heading to my corner of protection and solitude I did manage to say, “Too bad she wasn’t worried about children’s morality when she was putting out her crap music.”
But, alas, Elaine, you are right. I’ll give Mrs. Ritchie a break on this one. After all, children probably do change one’s views to a certain degree, I suppose. And I can think of one other thing that might cause people to make ironic or even paradoxical statements.
After this brief exchange, I still wasn’t at all prepared for the next bit of karma. As I sat in my Lay-Z-Boy (non-lotus position, I assure you) awaiting my cross-town trip for an Easter lunch prepared by our good friends David and Sue and doing the one thing that comes naturally to me—channel surfing—I happened upon something I honestly never would have expected to see outside of a Winter Olympic year. Yep, NBC was broadcasting the World Curling Championships. As much as I would like to report to you who won (the United States was leading my beloved Canadian National Team when we left) I must tell you that even if I knew I couldn’t even pretend to tell you how they won or why or wherefore even.
So Madonna, if you’re listening up there in the cosmic void of Erotic Space, please know that I will not post anything in opposition to your viewpoints. At least until I’m forced to listen to your new album.
L-Tryptophan
In case you were wondering, it doesn’t matter if the turkey is free range or factory farmed, it will still make you sleepy. Thanks David and Sue for an amazing meal and a good nap.
Hockey Update
I’ve decided to follow the Tampa Bay Lightning in the playoffs (for now). They are a Florida team and I once lived in Florida, so we are a perfect fit. Plus they have this really short, speed-demon of a Canadian named Martin St. Louis who has now scored three straight game winning goals in the playoffs, including a goal in the third OT today.
