RevKev's Day Off

"Six days thou shalt work, but on the seventh day thou shalt rest." - Exodus 34:21a

Silly Song Saturday

A Mighty Wind is a 2003 "mockumentary" .. brilliantly co-written and directed by Christopher Guest .. about a folk music reunion concert featuring three very different groups from the 1960s.

"Eat at Joe's" is a little toe-tapper by one of those groups (The Folksmen) that really captures the sound and style of the genre.

This is subtle satire at its best.

Bon Appétit!

" .. when suddenly a mighty wind swept in from the desert and struck the four corners of the house."

- Job 1:19a

Funny Foto Friday

" .. it searches out his inmost being." - Proverbs 2:27b

Mentioning the Unmentionable(s)

Today is going to be a busy one for me, so please excuse this "brief" post.

August 5 is National Underwear Day and (although it will be another scorcher with temperatures at the 100 degree mark) whether they be "tighty whities" or "granny panties" .. I would like to encourage everyone to participate.

I close with a poem by Ruth Getty:

When I was a Maiden fair,

Mama made our underwear.

With five tots & Pa's poor pay,

How could she buy us lingerie?

Monograms & fancy stitches

were not on OUR flour sack britches.

Panty waists that stood the test

With Gold Medal on the Chest.

Little pants the best of all

With a scene I still recall:

Harvesters were gleaning wheat

Right across the little seat.

Tougher than a grizzly bear

Was our flour sack underwear.

Plain or fancy, three feet wide,

stronger than a hippos hide.

Through the years each Jill & Jack

Wore this sturdy garb of sack.

Waste not, want not, we soon learned,

Penny saved, a penny earned.

Bedspreads, curtains, tea towels, too.

Tablecloths to name a few.

But the best beyond compare

was our Flour Sack Underwear!

"he fled naked, leaving his garment behind." - Mark 14:52

Kev's Klip of the Week

Perhaps you've seen The Blind Side.

Well, this is the sequel.

A big THANK YOU goes to "Fletch" (real name withheld to protect his/her reputation) for making me aware of this gem (sorry, I don't pay finders fees).

"Let our lord now command thy servants, which are before thee, to seek out a man, who is a cunning player .. " - I Samuel 16:16a

Come to Me .. My Melon-Calling Baby

You may not be aware of this but .. August 3 is National Watermelon Day (just in case you didn't 'seed' TWI's post on Facebook).

There are more than 1200 varieties of watermelon, ranging in size from less than a pound to more than two hundred pounds (the latter is very popular at family reunions .. you only need one).

They come in four fruity "flesh" colors - red, orange, yellow and white .. they are precious in His sight .. and an average watermelon contains about 6% sugar and 92% water by weight (it is an excellent source of vitamin P).

The temperature is supposed to be 101 degrees here in West Tennessee today. When you factor in humidity, that should make it like .. 138.

That makes it a great day for cold watermelon .. any way you slice it!

"Like a scarecrow in a melon patch, their idols cannot speak." - Jeremiah 10:5a

Send in the Clowns

In light of my hernia surgery on Tuesday, last week's blog entries revolved around all things medical and health-related (musicians just love a theme).

Well, I pretty much "milked that for all was was worth" so it is time to move on to bigger and better things .. perhaps just "move on" would be more accurate.

Since "laughter is a good medicine" (I read that somewhere .. Shakespeare, perhaps??) and the first week of August is National Clown Week (proclaimed by President Richard Nixon in 1971 .. insert your own joke here), the subject seemed like an appropriate "transition" in this little "symphony of silliness" known as RevKev's blog.

Our word for "clown" comes from an old Icelandic word, klunni, which meant a clumsy person. It is related to other archaic words for clod, or clump, or, in old Middle High German, klutz. We still use that word today to describe someone who always seems to be tripping over his two left feet.

Although no one really knows who the first clown was, that honor may go back to early drawings of a dancing man wearing a deer's head (office Christmas parties .. they've been around forever), discovered in a cave in the south of France in the early 1900s.

This mysterious figure, frequently called the magician or shaman, was believed to have the power to relieve illness.

The word shaman would eventually become show-man, one who can make you laugh your cares away.

Mel Brooks has a different take on who got the first laugh.

In his "History of the World Part One" the tribe/audience goes "wild" when a standup caveman comedian gets eaten by a dinosaur right in the middle of his monologue.

Take it from someone who has died a thousand times on stage...

There are worse ways to go.

" .. God hath made me to laugh, so that all that hear will laugh with me." - Genesis 21:6b