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Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.


It can be hard to escape Mount Wellington here in Hobart, especially when you have a halfway decent zoom on your camera!

Some things on my mind of late:

1: I don't know who Lindsey Lohan is. I assume that she is famous. Perhaps she is in the movies.

2: I'm not sure what an A-Rod is, but I'm not surprised that Madonna has had one down her pants. Let's face it though, what hasn't been down that well-trod path?

3: Can we finally stop hearing about Heath Ledger?

4: I miss Richard Pryor.

5: I like hot chips.

Comments

Miles McClagan said…
Lindsay Lohan is Firecrotch

You really don't need to know much more than that

And definitely don't buy the album
Colette Amelia said…
Kris I am so happy to hear that other people just aren't in the loop...And you are younger than me so it isn't an age thing...

why do these things matter to others?

I miss Richard and I also miss George Carlin. Chips are great but I must lose 20 lbs for the next son's wedding in July...so no chips for me!
KL said…
Seems like celebrity news are big time on news there now for some reasons!? I have absolutely no idea why, but seems like all over the world news are becoming like this - celebrity news!!!!!!!!!!!!!
kylie said…
you could write a poem on cheese. it is is niche that needs to be filled

k
whirligigdaisy said…
I miss Tim Russert. I don't watch "Meet the Press" anymore. . .

I also miss those "The Power of Cheese" commercials. They made me laugh. And that is a tough thing to do.
blackie said…
Hey Kris do you listen to poetica on radio national (yes i am a granny)? Today's poet was Joanne Burns, a fan of list poems. Her writing reminded me of yours a bit. Think they do a podcast of the show.

I'm disturbed by the term firecrotch, used by miles. I hope I can unlearn it.
USelaine said…
I think Lindsay Lohan actually started out in Disney movies as a kid. The only thing I've ever seen her in was the Prairie Home Companion movie, as the daughter of Meryl Streep. So yeah, an actress. The publicity I can do without.
Anonymous said…
I used to see Benny Hill on cable and then watched them all the second time around and then they substituted something and I still miss the Benny Hill show. I don't know any of the new people like I am unaware what cars look like Fords and which are Chevys. I no longer care if my hair is parted or my pants are on backwards as long as I can get them down.

Life at almost 74 deserves some latitude.
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, so she's literally embraced Elvis' notion of Burnin' Love?
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, Carlin is missed here too. I do like Louis C.K. though, and he's not too old.

Last night I switched the news off when they gave three minutes to a dress that Obama's wife wore. "OMG, no sleeves!"

Stop the presses indeed.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it's not even like they concentrate on talented celebrities!
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, you've given me an idea!
Kris McCracken said…
Whirligigdaisy, "Meet the Press" hosted by Hulk Hogan, that's what the world needs!
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, I have had bad experiences meeting poets in person. That could just the the UTas English Department though.

I am intrigued by what it is that disturbs you about the concept of a 'firecrotch'? Dare I ask the Pauline Hanson question?

I am interpreting it as someone with some nasty inflammation in their nether-regions. Is Ms Lohan a readhed perhaps? Maybe that's what it means.

Celebrity news is the single area in life that I wear my ignorance as a badge of pride.
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, she has very much passed me by.

Unless they've been on Sesame Street lately, I'm bound to have missed it.

That R'n'B bloke that bashed that R'n'B sheila was in the news and I'm, "is that the guy who was singing about traffic signs with Elmo?"

Elmo would not be impressed with that kind of carry on.
Kris McCracken said…
Pat and Abe, they don't show Benny Hill around here any more. It upsets Germaine Greer.

I think that 74 deserves latitude too.
Sue said…
Kris, I am sure you know more about all this than you realise. People these days know lots more than they want to as the media saturates the airwaves with unnecessary trivia about unnecessary trash! I know I know far more than I really want to because my brain just soaks up a lot of crap without me wanting it to. It's like when a really awful song comes on the radio and you realise you know every word, even though you have always hated the damn thing!
I have tickets to see Cheech and Chong in April. I hope they are still as funny as I thought they were in the 70's...and it was nothing to do with all those hallucinogens that may or may have not been taken then!!!!!
Don't forget the unforgettable "Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weighing over 7,000 Pounds" by James McIntyre
Baino said…
I relented and had hot chips yesterday. God they were magnificent. You remind me of me when I had toddlers . . a wasteland without Hollywood gossip. Far too busy with Play School and obsessing about which window would be looked through that day.
Unknown said…
I love that you don't know who Lohan is. Good for you! A-Rod comment: priceless, I love it!

Mark and I miss Richard Pryor also.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I wonder if Dave will be at Cheech and Chong?

Wasn't Tommy in prison for selling bongs?
Kris McCracken said…
Richard, I'm going to look that one up right now.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, if I wasn't already married, and the state allowed it, I'd marry hot chips.
Kris McCracken said…
Thiên, do you know Ms Lohan?
Anonymous said…
That's the Wellington I remember seeing in 1970, only she was covered in snow then.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, there wouldn't have been the viewing platform, surely!
Anonymous said…
Nor those great towers either, if I remember correctly.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it was no doubt before they invented television or radio.

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