Remembering Johnny Carson

Yes, I managed to catch some parts of last night’s Emmy Awards, particularly David Letterman’s tribute to Johnny Carson. 

I first got introduced to the Tonight Show when we got hooked up to the Far Eastern Network of the then US Bases in the Philippines through a special antenna we had installed to enable us to get their television feed.  I used to stay up late at night and laugh my heart out, and I believe I even caught his farewell in 1992.

Truly, his brand of comedy is one of a kind and sorely missed despite our crop of accomplished comedians who now grace the television screen.

Bus Games – back to the Q88

Photo originally taken on board a Q27 bus on the way home on August 21, 2005

I didn’t have any reason to rush out of the house this morning because the boss was away.  Still, I didn’t quite expect to be so late.  I stood by the regular bus stop for the Q27 Limited plying the Springfield Blvd-Main Street/Flushing route and saw two of the buses I needed whiz by full of people, and opting to go local, the one I was hoping to hail didn’t stop either for the same reason.

Running out of time, I walked to my old bus stop and decided to take the Q88 again.  It got me to work — very late — but got me here anyway.

School’s on again, that’s why.  I live very near the Benjamin Cardozo High School in Bayside and students from and around the district all rush to school at this hour.  (Now I know better than to try and catch a bus before 9AM.)  It was such a breeze when summer was here and we, the working people, had the bus pretty much to ourselves, except for the occasional summer school attendees and those very industrious ones who took advance programs.

So tomorrow, I’m off early.  Either that or I bite the bullet and take the longer route through the Q88, or treat myself to an express ride into the city.

Kipling's Wisdom

Some 23 years ago when I was a junior in high school, I joined the Cadet Officer Candidate Course or COCC which made me an officer when I became a Senior in the training corps which was a part of our curriculum, and part of the very rigorous training we had to undergo had to do with memorizing these maxims and poems, one of which was Rudyard Kipling’s work below which I’d like to share with those who come upon this blog:

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

I guess it was one of those maxims which we were expected to find inspiration in.  My batchmates and I memorized each and every line and were expected to recite the whole poem with conviction when commanded to.  To this day, I find solace and strength in the words of Rudyard Kipling.

It’s officially Monday and I just can’t sleep yet.

So I didn't win the New York lotto either..

The pot was just $11 Million or so — and between Alan and me, we didn’t even bet $10 into this weekend’s lotto.  But we wanted to have our bets in “just in case” as they say.  But no, this weekend wasn’t ours.

Maybe next draw (on Wednesday).. it’s a favorite point of conversation for us thinking about what we would actually do if we won. 

It would also come in handy during times like this with emergencies outside the family are knocking on our door.  A solution was reached but money isn’t always easy to come by. 

Now if we only won the next lotto jackpot.

Another weekend

It’s another one of those weekends that have flitted by so fast.  Angel is asleep in the living room and he is tired from a day of playing cute and just being his lively self despite a persistent cold.  He’s back as his Dad keeps saying.  Maybe it’s because he has had a break from the stress of a week in daycare.

We’re continuing to try and fix up our house.  I think I made progress in putting away some of my things in the room.  There’s still some clutter, but we’re getting there.

Meanwhile, here’s to another week.  An easy one — I hope — (keeping my fingers crossed) because the boss is away.