“We who are about to die salute you.” — Spartacus, et al
GEE, TOO BAD YOU HAVE TO GO (COULD YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR MONEY?)
One of the odd things I’ve learned since moving to the bustling metrop of Bloomington, Indiana, is that graduation day is considered a major event here — and I’m not referring to the viewpoint of the graduates.
We in Bloomington long for the final day the 40,000 or so students will be in town because it’s the start of three months of bliss around these parts.
State Road 45/46 Congestion During The School Year
We’ll actually be able to park around Courthouse Square. The grocery stores won’t be jammed with students and their parents filling shopping carts with competing lists of products (the students loading up on frozen pizzas and the parents stuffing salad greens into the carts.) And nineteen-year-old kids won’t be clogging up the town’s arteries with their bought-and-paid-for luxury SUVs.
So, we’ll enjoy our brief respite from the little darlings. Come August, though, we’ll be starting to feel a tad nostalgic for all their parents’ money we can squeeze out of them.
So I lied yesterday when I said I’d put up some Hot Air around three o’clock, after my pre-surgery appointment with the ophthalmologist.
Well, it wasn’t a lie exactly. I’d fully intended to pound out a screed or two later in the day when I published yesterday’s mini-post. Only after having my pupils dilated to the size of dimes and having a passel of eye techs poke and probe my cornea and measure my ocular jelly ball from every possible angle for three hours, I decided the world might survive without my daily dose of wisdom just this once.
Anyway, here’s the prognosis — the doc over at Old Man Grossman’s Eye Center has me scheduled for surgery two weeks from this past Thursday. He promises that, with the help of lasers and drugs, he’ll restore sight to my left eye. Cool. I’ve been a virtual cyclops for a couple of years now.
The doc marveled at the size of the occlusion in my lens. He called it a hyper-mature cataract. He also assured me the Grossman operation has the heavy equipment to demolish it and cart the debris away.
The only thing that bugs me is having an old man’s ailment. But I’m not one to shy away from the truth (much) so let me state for the record here and now: I am now officially an old man.
WHADDYA COMPLAININ’ ABOUT? Y’GOT YOUR DOUGH, DIDNCHA?
Can we now all agree that football is the dumbest-assed of all sports?
The NFL’s Latest Victim
Former San Diego Chargers linebacker Junior Seau is only the latest NFL vet to take his own life, ostensibly because his brain had been turned to mush by the tens of thousands of body hits he’d taken in his life.
With mind-addled players dropping like flies, you’d think the NFL might actually do something about all the trauma. But no, we Americans dig it all too much.
Callers to radio sports talk shows and even an NFL player or two have said, hell, guys like Seau made bushels of dough playing the game, that everything they have they owe to football, so stop all the hand-wringing and sob-sistering.
In 2000 years, the only significant change we’ve made to the spectacle of gladiators facing off in an arena is that we don’t tolerate them actually taking each others’ lives in front of our eyes.
Now we prefer them to shoot themselves in the privacy of their own bedrooms.
You only have two more chances to vote in the 2012 Indiana primary: Monday and Tuesday. No excuses; it’s the least damned thing you can do.
Wear This Or Just Shut Up
Electron Pencil event listings: Music, art, movies, lectures, parties, receptions, benefits, plays, meetings, fairs, conspiracies, rituals, etc.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
◗ City Hall, Showers Plaza — Farmer’s Market; 8am-1pm
◗ Bloomington B-Line Trail between 4th & 5th streets — The Really, Really Free Market, products, services, food; 10am
◗ Hardin Ridge RA, Hoosier National Forest — “Take Pride in America Day,” annual volunteer call out sponsored by US Forest Service; 9am-5pm
◗ IU Assembly Hall — Undergraduate commencement ceremony; 10am
◗ Habitat ReStore — Grand reopening; 10:15am-5:30pm
◗ Vintage Phoenix Comic Books — Free Comic Book Day 2012, annual comic book giveaway; 11am-7pm
◗ IU Mathers Museum of World Cultures — Exhibits, “Blended Harmonies: Music and Religion in Nepal”; through July 1st — “Esse Quam Videri (To Be, Rather than To Be Seen): Muslim Self Portraits; through June 17th — “From the Big Bang to the World Wide Web: The Origins of Everything”; through July 1st, 9am-4:30pm
◗ IU Grunwald (SOFA) Gallery — MFA & BFA Thesis 3 exhibitions; through May 5th, Noon
◗ IU Kinsey Institute Gallery — Exhibit, “Man as Object: Reversing the Gaze”; through June 29th, 1:30-5pm
◗ The Venue Fine Arts & Gifts — Exhibit, Daniel Lager; through May 17th
◗ The Solution Lab — Conference, Bloomington Startup Weekend, for developers, designers, entrepreneurs, etc.; through Sunday
◗ Ivy Tech Waldron Arts Center — Exhibits at various galleries: Angela Hendrix-Petry, Benjamin Pines, Nate Johnson, and Yang Chen; all through May 29th
“Vicissitudes” By Yang Chen
◗ Sembower Field — IU Baseball vs. Nebraska; 1pm
◗ IU Assembly Hall — Undergraduate commencement ceremony; 3pm
◗ Cafe Django — Ron Kadish on bass & Kevin MacDowell (Kid Kazooey) on guitar; 6:30-8:30pm
◗ Brown County Playhouse — “Under the Umbrella: Life Is a Circus” by Steven Ragatz; 7-8:15pm
◗ Paynetown SRA, Monroe Lake — “Sunset on the Water,” Interpretive naturalist Jill Vance leads a paddling tour of the lake shore, bring your own canoe or kayak; 8pm
◗ Comedy Attic — TJ Miller; 8 & 10:30pm
◗ Rachael’s Cafe — Irene & Reed; 8pm
◗ The Bluebird — Dot Dot Dot; 8pm
Dot Dot Dot
◗ Max’s Place — Bluesky Back; 8pm
◗ Cafe Django — Luke Gillespie Trio; 9-11pm
◗ Bear’s Place — The Unknown; 9pm
◗ Farm Bloomington, Rootcellar Lounge — “The Booty Basement,” all-vinyl ’70s disco party; 10pm