Ritual never dies
When you come to England on tour, be sure to hold up traffic on Abbey Road crossing as you recreate the famous Beatles photo with three other people.
How will you make it on your own
This world is awfully big
Girl this time you're all alone
Cause it's time you started living
It's time you let someone else do some giving
Love is all around, no need to waste it
You can have a town, why don't you take it
You might just make it after all
Origin of ye olde cap throw:
Im still mad that the narrator pissing on the blarney stone didnt make it into the Fight Club film.
We throw the dog on the roof so it cant get to the food during cookouts.
In middle school in my group of friends, if you shaved your head, one of us would sneak behind you, slap the back of your head and shout “Space Monkey!”
I was just thinking about Mary Tyler Moore because I just fed a stray cat my husband and I call C.C. Van Dyke because of his beard and because he looks like our cat Cleo (Cleo Clone). Then as I was opening up my phone, I was thinking about the recent MTM documentary and how good it was when I clicked on your email. Spooky!
In my younger years, I would tell my friends that tradition was to kiss when you walked under a certain arch. I just made it up. I wanted to see and get kisses! After an initial laughing smooch, most of my friends walked around the arch on the outside.
This is only tangentially related, as it doesn't involve throwing anything in the air... but, I stood on the corner in Winslow, Arizona. Such a fine sight to see.
I was only passing through on my way back to Cali, but I imagine there are likely folks that make a ritual out of stopping and standing there.
I prefer the ritual of driving through Dixie Square Mall whenever I go to Chicago. It is so much more satisfying than throwing a pizza or a hat.
The rituals in Japan were great. Every spring they sold toasted soybeans that you were supposed to throw around the outside of your house to repel ogres. Getting a local to describe the ritual was always the hard part. I loved the Shinto rituals. My favorite was the one where the monks burned a bunch of stuff and held other objects over the fire to bless them goofy stuff like backpacks or anime body pillows. Then afterwards they would have you walk through the hot coals. Good stuff.
Who says I don't have one???
A Irish person asked me near Blarney if I was going to kiss the stone with my lips. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. "You have to kiss the stone." When we reached the top of the tower, we saw people performing a limbo-like movement to kiss that stone. And the Irish person who was guiding us was just staring at the tightly fitted bosoms of the ladies. It was such a surreal ritual that we quickly went back down.
Then again, thank god no one's made a ritual of blowing up the HQs of Visa and Mastercard😉
Hey Chuck! Happy to see you mingle among the comment section again. Just the other day, I was at Stop & Shop buying food and I saw a magazine near the register with Mary Tyler Moore on it with the words "The Mary Tyler Moore No One Knew."
Speaking of throwing things, remember when Krissy threw scrunchies?
That was cool.
I'm a lifelong Minneapolis resident and I've never even seen the statue - ain't that the way it goes though?
Do you think it helps, as a writer, if you have Dissociative Identity Disorder? (D.I.D.)