Mysteries From The News


Last One To Know Dept: Is it true that when the top execs went to Washington this week to beg for free money for their suffering sad companies, each one flew in his own private jet?

Quiz:  1. Why was this not a good idea?  2. Why doesn’t this surprise me?

No Sympathy for GM, Ford, Chrysler


Report From The Bored Of Directors

We, the Board of Directors of the Pondering Pig Society, wish there were more wise and clear-seeing directors on our board. We all tend to take naps in the sun after eating and drinking large lunches. But soldier on we must, providing guidance and direction to the rambling Pig Of The Grey Skies And Rain.

In our wisdom, we have decided to move the blog from Blogger to WordPress. We hope to find a more stable and flexible support system. This means nothing to you, I’m sure, but our far-seeing decision has forced the Pig to spend several days rummaging around in instruction manuals instead of writing either his novel or his wide-ranging blog.

The new version is currently up and ready to go, but we are remiss to transfer the service until we have explored it for minefields we don’t know about yet. And create categories so readers can find the good stuff. So maybe in another day.

John Lennon’s Last Words

Have you seen this? From the British newspaper The Independent today.

For 40 years Yoko Ono has kept a silent dignity in the face of global vilification meted out by legions of Beatles fans.

But today, in an emotional interview, she reveals the last words her husband John Lennon uttered moments before he was gunned down on a New York street in 1980 by Mark Chapman.

“I said ‘shall we go and have dinner before we go home?’ and John said ‘No, let’s go home because I want to see Sean before he goes to sleep’,” Ono, 73, told Kirsty Young on ‘Desert Island Discs’.

Young then asked Ono if Lennon had said anything after he was shot, to which she replied in almost a whisper: “No.”

This is so endearing. John was the best. And if John loved Yoko, and she stuck by him all these years, then Yoko’s good enough for me too. Full story at the link.

Transcendental Old Donovan

Donovan fans have been begging for more stories about him now that he’s turned 61. Is the old boy driving a garbage truck? Or singing at the Coconuts Lounge in Ely, Nevada?

I just located this interview with him in the Palm Springs newspaper, and I thought I’d better share it while it’s hot.

Turns out (1) Donovan has stuck with the Maharishi all these years, (2) he believes that bringing spiritual lyrics to pop music was an intentional plan thought up by Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg in the Times Square Automat one evening in 1947 and that (3) Donovan and David Lynch are planning a future world government that will change everything in some interesting and perhaps groovy way. At least that’s what I could get out of the interview.

My Mom and Dad used to practice transcendental meditation. Mom had her own mantra and practiced TM faithfully each day. Dad liked it too, but I think he saw it more as a chance for a little afternoon nap.

Here’s the story. Your sort it out. I’m not sure I really dig Donovan that much any more. | He’s not ‘mellow’

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Handy Dandy Guide To Sgt. Pepper

I’m probably the only pig on the planet who hasn’t noticed it was forty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught us how to play. Since we’ve been on the subject (in a general sort of way), I present you with this link explaining the album’s deepest mysteries. What will the four lads from Liverpool think of next?

Sgt. Pepper at 40, from A to Z

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Tatyana Is The Nigger Of The World

Too late, Pig Fanciers — Jimmy (see yesterday’s post) got funded. Took one day. One of the Tatyanas is funded too, I’m happy to say. The others are still waiting patiently in line. Got an extra $25.00 handy? I already spent my allowance for the week on Jimmy.

By the way, I usually invest in women. It’s not a personal idiosyncrasy – I just believe in their empowerment. Women in the developing world have an even tougher time than the guys. And they get more screwed (not literally) by the power structure. For instance, I read that in the least developed countries, nearly twice as many women over age 15 can’t read or write as compared to men. Why is that? You tell me.

Here’s a good one: Women do two thirds of the world’s work, produce half the world’s food, and yet get only ten percent of its income. Why is that?

So my bias is towards empowering women economically by giving them credit. Mine. What’s your bias?

I made an exception for Jimmy though, because he’s a primary school teacher, and we have to help him keep that job. Education is one of the big gifts. Helping an educated, intelligent, and dedicated guy in that job is worth a shift in my policy.

By the way, in case you don’t remember, the incendiary title of this post comes from a 1972 song by John Lennon and Yoko Ono. So before you start shooting – read the lyrics here.. .