Thursday, 12 September 2013, GILLIGAN'S ISLAND - Now what kind of a person becomes a blogger is a hard question to answer because if you told a person just a couple score back that that was going to be perhaps an important step they took coursing down the path of life they of course so far as I know would not even have a clue what you might be talking about. "Don't dominate the rap, Jack, if you got nothin' new to say." Copyright Grateful Dead.
We of the Money clan are generally a very inquisitive bunch so one would expect that one of the first things that we might try to do if we were going to set about blogging would be to look up the etymology of his so-called word "blog". I have never cared for it myself as it sounds like something that a pre-schooler is mispronouncing.
My first thought would be that like many words in the English language that sound somewhat strange and unrelated to any other words that come right to mind is that it is an onomatopoeia. An ononmatapoeia is a word that sounds like that which it describes. A good example would be a word like "Wow" or "Pow" that in its very pronunciation evokes that from which it derives its meaning. They tended to have a lot of these cartoonesque words on a show like "Batman" when he and Robin ("the Boy Wonder") would get into staged fistfights. These words were literally "thrown" onto the screen like a Jackson Pollack onto a painting with a lot of similar accompanying minor ones representing sounds such as "Zap" and "Zing" and "Zow" and so on.
I think that that must have been one of the largest cultural influenes on our collective childhood in the waning days of the 1960's. For us it was the small Sony television on the kitchen table with yours truly closest the controls through our leisurely dinner post-late afternoon "Speed Racer" and into the lazy evening hours of the elder Moneys and the cocktail cart while for us Money children it was Gilligan's Island, the Flinstones "a ya-ba-da-ba-doo" time (now there is an onomatapoeia for you), "I Love Lucy" years before we would learn of friends grown older moved west to southern California taunting a drunken Desi Arnez from the Pacific beach behind his home, and then on to a summer evening outdoors or the seminal "Star Trek" and on later to surrealistic beatnik Ratpack thin-tie cool-smoking style of creator Rod Serling introducing another "Twilight Zone".
Of course we heard about what was going on out in San Francisco by the summer of 1967 but by then too the body count from Vietnam was a growing nightly feature on the news, we just outside of New York where Frank Zappa was playing nightly to a largely suburban audience way out of our league which was definitely still the National, and yes I think in hindsight having come to see it for ourselves although we later heard that by the "Summer of Love" the apex had really already been reached MK-Ultra having made the great Acid experiment a foregone conclusion by the time it found its way into the United States Code Annotated.
"Further" was retreating back to the tall trees of Oregon really ever since they left the Beatles concert at the Cow Palace too many screaming little girls in their ears, Hells Angels stomped Hunter Thompson south of the Great Highway were in hot pursuit, and back out East we still maybe had a couple more years at least through the decade's finale with one of Rusty Staub's great sliding catches through a seventh-inning watered outfield for the Amazing Mets with Nolan Ryan's sizzlers coming in at easy over one hundered miles per hour. Yes by then they were rounding them up in the urban ghettoes across the country Air America flying them out of Oakland for some very short tours of duty in the jungles of southeast Asia the body bags returning by night filling the cargo bays of the C-130's headed for the long morgues astride Doyle Drive ramping up to the Golden Gate still guarded by the Nike missile sites littering the woods of the Presidio and over in Marin the hills of Fort Barry on a world already starting to go from Cold to just a bit too warm....
And already the technology looking for a purpose in transition through New Mexico but they already were on their way the smiling Macs getting ready to come around the corner of the approaching decades and not all that far behind here we are the bloggers come along E-Z heck any money invaders spread out to every corner of the earth, Hey, hey, with the Moneys, we're just moneying around. . . .
Careful Obama, careful careful Obama. . . .
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