a blog about Berra

Yes, well, it's not because I'm not writing. I am writing a lot, and by the end of the day, there was a Blue Jays game waiting for me, and poor old Blog had to wait.  They Jays lost last night, I guess you know that.  I actually did some multi-tasking while I "watched" but it wasn't a blog. I was researching an idea I've had for a long time and suddenly it seemed imperative that I find out more . That's the life, if you can call it that, of the Mind. It doesn't take "later" for an answer.

Is it the Mind or is it the lizard brain?  I just looked it up:  it's the reptilian brain but I don't think it has anything to do with me Googling last night.  The reptilian brain is supposed to be responsible for  "species-typical instinctual behaviours involved in aggressiondominanceterritoriality, and ritual displays." My reptilian brain wasn't doing anything like that last night. 

And we get the news this morning that Yogi Berra died, at the age of 90.  Not only a great pitcher (and hitter, too) but the second-best-known baseball player - of all time?  The best-known was Babe Ruth who had a chocolate bar named after him. Yogi had a cartoon character based on him: Yogi Bear, remember?  The nickname Yogi comes from his friends at school - he got as far as the eighth grade - who called him Yogi when they saw an Indian in the lotus position who sat like their friend, Lawrence Berra.  Some of his sayings are famous, not really malaprops because they made sense in a funny way. Someone called them "unwittingly witty epigrams".  Whatever.

"You can observe a lot just by watching."

"If you can't imitate him," (another baseball player), "don't copy him."

"When you come to a fork in the road, take it." (The directions to his house were accurate, because either choice would get you there.)

"Nobody goes there any more. It's too crowded." 

And my favourite: "If people are going to stay away, you can't stop them."

Bless him.

 

 

Love's Labour's Lost

I figured it out and I looked it up and a new blog-reader (welcome!) thought so too. It means: "The labour of love (genitive) is lost (abbreviation)."  Some people believe that LLL is Part One of a pair of plays.T he ending of the "first?" one sounds as if more is to follow, i.e. a sequel to depict the events that occur twelve months later after "a year and a day" when the principals will meet again to see how they did with their promises of reform and study and abstinence.  Loves' Labour's Won?

Others argue for  Much Ado or Shrew as a possible sequel. I don't agree with either suggestion. Berowne comments that "Jack hath not Jill" at the end of LLLOne, not the usual ending of Shakespeare's plays where he tied up everyone and paired them off, like it or not. The worst pairing was in Measure for Measure when he pushed poor Isabella, a nun if there ever was one, onto the Duke, a manipulative, irresponsible man, if there ever was one.

PAUSE while I exited and looked  up M for M to see if I got Isabella's name right.  I did. Memory still serves.

This blog didn't get written yesterday because there was another Blue Jays game last night.  I'm pretty  good at multi-tasking but focus suffers when i's a full count, bases loaded, and two strikes already.  David Price struck out 14 Yankees in a row last night.  

Wow.