Wherein the Romans say “what the pluck” to body hair. I’m hairy noon and nighty-night night, my hair is a fright,” sang the Cowsills (in a song I butchered in my own not-so-inimitable style in an earlier article), and this certainly reflected the hirsute look beloved of the song’s hippies. I recently rewatched the film … Read More
Romans
Happy Two-Faced New Year!
Wherein the Romans knew the best way to celebrate the new year was to get totally two-faced. I remember big New Year’s Eve celebrations: parties and laughter and even singing and dancing beneath the Space Needle. Now, 53 and living in a small town, I spent last New Year’s Eve watching the Panther City Lacrosse … Read More
I Think I’m Going Bald
Wherein the Romans know fly heads and donkey genitals are just the thing to maintain a youthful head of hair. Few Rush fans would consider their song I Think I’m Going Bald to be a rock classic—even Geddy Lee says, “The music is really goofy. A lot of people mistake us for being deadly serious, … Read More
I Overshare Because I Overcare
Wherein the Romans used pre-digital social media to tell friends and family all about themselves and others—which could be a fatal mistake. The social media universe is all atwitter (yes, a terrible pun—we’re into more than just song lyrics around here) regarding a recent study which concluded people are terrible about remembering what personal information … Read More
