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The Orowheat jingle is to the tune of "Good morning, good morning," which I thought was from Oklahoma. I may need to research now, so I can truly share the earworm.
I adore Walt Whitman. I think his is the first poetry that I truly loved. It may be passe after Dead Poet's Society, but the Oh captain, my captain, bit brings tears to my eyes every time.
Pretty darn cool, Susan. I was at the park for Tony Gwynn's 2000th, and they made a lovely to-do about it, but nothing compared to the one for his 3000th. Have fun (and do me a favor, if the O's put Chris Gomez in, clap a little for me, K? I miss my boy).
Way cool, Susan.
Oh, any time you are down this way, we HAVE to take in a game together.
Ok. Oklahoma!, Singin' in the Rain, what's the difference.
The lyrics are indeed from the latter: [link]
I could not find "Good morning, good muffin" on Google. Yahoo brought it up on an insomnia support group: [link]
I feel old now. I think it played when I was in high school, and maybe college.
"Good morning, good morning, it's great to stay up late" is from Singin('/g) in the Rain. "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" is Oklahoma!
Completely different words and different music and not really the same point, but other than that, the songs are just the same.
"Oh What a Beautiful Morning" is Oklahoma!
And you have not truly lived until you have rented the RSC version and seen Hugh Jackman sing it, IJS.
Here's a snippet from my favorite Walt Whitman poem ("A Woman Waits for Me"):
...Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,
Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.
Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,
I see that they understand me and do not deny me,
I see that they are worthy of me, I will be robust husband of those women.
They are not one jot less than I am,
They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,
They are ultimate in their own right -- they are calm, clear, well-posses'd of themselves.
I draw you close to me, you women,
I cannot let you go, I would do you good.
Nice. Whitman is the best.
Nice. Whitman is the best.
I love his samplers.