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Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world's only daily column that is feeling rather ebullient on this fine spring day, after having spotted several bluebirds, not to mention a bumblebee, a butterfly and some fuzzy baby ducks. In our world, this means spring has definitely sprung. And as much as we love the snow for which our area is justifiably famous, we are always happy to shift gears, especially when it means we can hang out in shorts and open-toed shoes. Break out the flip-flops. Yeah! You gotta love the way we move from winter straight into summer. Forget all that in-between, wishy-washy transition stuff. Up here, where the real hombres and chicas live, we don't mess around. One day it's down jackets, the next, it's cut-offs and tank tops.
Anyone out there still wear cut-offs? And we're talking about the Real Thing here, not the store-bought, $39.99 Nordstrom' "faux" casual wear. We mean where you wake up one day and, realizing it's too warm to wear long pants, you just impulsively grab those faded, comfy Levis and a pair of scissors and hack away. What a liberating feeling! We highly recommend it to everyone as a way to celebrate May Day. Just try and get the lengths the same on both legs, so that you don't have to go back and even them up, otherwise you might end up with a pair of hot pants, which could be good, or it could be bad. It all depends. We're not making any value judgments here, we're just sayin' there are certain people that can wear hot pants, and other people who should never, ever even consider the idea.
So in lieu of dancing around the Maypole, grab those jeans, cut 'em off, and please, by all means, send us a picture at summitup@summitdaily.com. Best cutoffs win a free extreme makeover by our of skilled fashionistas, who will embroider a likeness of Elvis on your denim. the We'll even paint your toenails rainbow colors for you and throw in a free SDN tattoo.
By the way, this is BIG day for some of us here at the inside-out dishwasher building. You see, we love any festival that emphasizes fertility and the richness of the Earth, even more so if it involves dancing by beautiful young maidens and handsome lads. But to add the icing to the cake, May Day during the 20th Century became established as an anarchist and socialist holiday, sometimes also known as International Workers Day. We know for a fact that in many civilized countries, the toiling worker bees actually use this day to go to a park, have a picnic with their friends and family, quaffing plenty of dandelion wine in the process. That's after the big parade, of course, when everyone wears read, and waves giant read banners proclaiming solidarity with all the other workers of the world. Quaint, isn't it?
Plus, we have some fairly strong anarchist leanings, and we mean that in the best possible way. We understand that the word anarchy has some negative connotations, but we want to point out that, in a postive sense, anarchy is all about personal responsibility, One man's anarchy starts where another's controlling tendencies end. Here's what we're talking about, straight from the pages of Wikipedia: " In recent years, (a) London-based group (called) the Space Hijackers have held events on May Day. These include Mayday Anarchists vs. Members of Parliament Cricket in 2005. We'd like to see a Mayday Anarchists vs. Members of Congress touch football game on the Washington Mall. We think that would be an appropriate way to celebrate and we feel pretty sure the anarchists would kick some serious butt.
We are also stoked that we get to use the word "ebullient" in a sentence. It's not the kind of word we get to place in our everyday stories about mayhem and havoc, unless it's to say that one of our sources wasn't exactly ebullient about the way his comments were used. So when we have a chance to get all fancy, we do. For the keyboard-pounding denizens of the Corporate Suites, this is the equivalent of taking the dog for a walk in the park, playing on the see-saw or hanging ten on a surfboard. It takes us to the edge of our linguistic envelope and opens up new vistas.
Ebullient, by the way, was the on-line word of the day back on April 24, 2002, and when we checked it out, we found an interesting usage, describing Che Guevara's personality, that ties in with our desire to soon visit Cuba. We really are very curious about this country and want to see it before Castro dies. Our curiosity stems from the fact that we have this tiny little island less than 100 miles from Florida which poses absolutely no threat to our interests or security, yet we haven't had the political leadership in this country that's been able to find a way to end the ideological standoff. We feel this shows an alarming lack of creativity and vision, as well as a real deep sense of insecurity on the part of what is supposed to be the greatest and mightiest country in the world. We say, smother 'em with love, kindness and understanding! We're sure we could win Cuba over in about five minutes if we were president.
Finally, we have some acquaintances who have been dabbling the world of online dating recently, so we've been hearing lots of fun stories about this phenomenon of the computer age. Both good and bad. We'd like to ask our readers to submit any cute, scary or romantic stories for possible inclusion in a novel on modern love. Don't be shy! In the meantime, here's our ode to internet romance, a little haiku:
***
inbox overflows
electronic runoff rising
season for love
***
We out, polishing our Maypole.
Anyone out there still wear cut-offs? And we're talking about the Real Thing here, not the store-bought, $39.99 Nordstrom' "faux" casual wear. We mean where you wake up one day and, realizing it's too warm to wear long pants, you just impulsively grab those faded, comfy Levis and a pair of scissors and hack away. What a liberating feeling! We highly recommend it to everyone as a way to celebrate May Day. Just try and get the lengths the same on both legs, so that you don't have to go back and even them up, otherwise you might end up with a pair of hot pants, which could be good, or it could be bad. It all depends. We're not making any value judgments here, we're just sayin' there are certain people that can wear hot pants, and other people who should never, ever even consider the idea.
So in lieu of dancing around the Maypole, grab those jeans, cut 'em off, and please, by all means, send us a picture at summitup@summitdaily.com. Best cutoffs win a free extreme makeover by our of skilled fashionistas, who will embroider a likeness of Elvis on your denim. the We'll even paint your toenails rainbow colors for you and throw in a free SDN tattoo.
By the way, this is BIG day for some of us here at the inside-out dishwasher building. You see, we love any festival that emphasizes fertility and the richness of the Earth, even more so if it involves dancing by beautiful young maidens and handsome lads. But to add the icing to the cake, May Day during the 20th Century became established as an anarchist and socialist holiday, sometimes also known as International Workers Day. We know for a fact that in many civilized countries, the toiling worker bees actually use this day to go to a park, have a picnic with their friends and family, quaffing plenty of dandelion wine in the process. That's after the big parade, of course, when everyone wears read, and waves giant read banners proclaiming solidarity with all the other workers of the world. Quaint, isn't it?
Plus, we have some fairly strong anarchist leanings, and we mean that in the best possible way. We understand that the word anarchy has some negative connotations, but we want to point out that, in a postive sense, anarchy is all about personal responsibility, One man's anarchy starts where another's controlling tendencies end. Here's what we're talking about, straight from the pages of Wikipedia: " In recent years, (a) London-based group (called) the Space Hijackers have held events on May Day. These include Mayday Anarchists vs. Members of Parliament Cricket in 2005. We'd like to see a Mayday Anarchists vs. Members of Congress touch football game on the Washington Mall. We think that would be an appropriate way to celebrate and we feel pretty sure the anarchists would kick some serious butt.
We are also stoked that we get to use the word "ebullient" in a sentence. It's not the kind of word we get to place in our everyday stories about mayhem and havoc, unless it's to say that one of our sources wasn't exactly ebullient about the way his comments were used. So when we have a chance to get all fancy, we do. For the keyboard-pounding denizens of the Corporate Suites, this is the equivalent of taking the dog for a walk in the park, playing on the see-saw or hanging ten on a surfboard. It takes us to the edge of our linguistic envelope and opens up new vistas.
Ebullient, by the way, was the on-line word of the day back on April 24, 2002, and when we checked it out, we found an interesting usage, describing Che Guevara's personality, that ties in with our desire to soon visit Cuba. We really are very curious about this country and want to see it before Castro dies. Our curiosity stems from the fact that we have this tiny little island less than 100 miles from Florida which poses absolutely no threat to our interests or security, yet we haven't had the political leadership in this country that's been able to find a way to end the ideological standoff. We feel this shows an alarming lack of creativity and vision, as well as a real deep sense of insecurity on the part of what is supposed to be the greatest and mightiest country in the world. We say, smother 'em with love, kindness and understanding! We're sure we could win Cuba over in about five minutes if we were president.
Finally, we have some acquaintances who have been dabbling the world of online dating recently, so we've been hearing lots of fun stories about this phenomenon of the computer age. Both good and bad. We'd like to ask our readers to submit any cute, scary or romantic stories for possible inclusion in a novel on modern love. Don't be shy! In the meantime, here's our ode to internet romance, a little haiku:
***
inbox overflows
electronic runoff rising
season for love
***
We out, polishing our Maypole.
