Jive thang
A decent day! Or something. These don’t seem to come around too often anymore. Still got that strange feeling that I’m cruising along on low fuel, though… just a guess, since I can’t see the gauge.
Riding the “L” every day, ya see some interesting people. Smelly homeless people? Sure. The most tragically hip Trent Reznor wannabe ever? Saw him yesterday. But maybe the most entertaining people I’ve seen were on the Purple line this morning: a man and a woman, both in their late thirties, who could definitely speak “jive.” You know jive? Sure you do—remember the scene from Airplane? Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, it’s not southern, it’s not urban, it’s not ghetto—it’s something unto itself, and they were speaking it. Crazy.
And just for the helluvit, why don’t you check out the Jive Dialectizer?
From today’s fortune cookie: “Being remembered has a high price.” That sounds ominous.