Love is my religion continues

The other night I had a dream that I was chatting with a friend while naked. Who knows? But, the point is that an interloper was trying to inject negativity into the scene and I was taken aback that this person could be not only negative all the time, but invade my dream with her negativity. Shoo duppy shoo.

Which brings me to the Marley movie that has me listening over and over again to Bob Marley and thinking about his gorgeous self and his inspiring music. Reggae – come on mon. Can you dig it?

This past Sunday, the New York Times’ Meh List had “the clarinet” as number one and I was struck by the ignorance of whoever added that to the paper. Shame on you is all I could think and also, what do you know? I wrote to the editor at the Times Picayune rather than the NYT to say, well I’m just saying, if you don’t appreciate the clarinet for all its wonder, you are stupid. They printed it this morning but not without calling me yesterday to verify. The woman who called said she was stunned. I said, me too.

I don’t condemn, I don’t convert is my motto. That negative duppy floating in my dreams is one of the lesser evolved people I’ve met in a work situation. The person who compiled the Meh List the least informed. That’s all.

2 Responses to “Love is my religion continues”

  1. Mudd Says:

    I dig Bob Marley…
    And I dig the clarinet.

    Shame on the NYT — Jimmy Dorsey must have rolled over in his grave.

    Good on you for writing that letter.
    You go, girl!

  2. Rachel Says:

    I sorta can’t believe the NYT printed something so ridiculous. But there it is. Stupid happens.

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