Magic Jewball

all signs point to no

 

Call me Jewball

Filed under : Life in general
On May 10, 2010
At 4:15 am
Comments : 11

What happens when it’s late at night, I’m in a melancholy mood thinking about the past, and I have final projects due for school? That’s right, I start looking for The White Whale, one of the best and coolest friends I ever had who has a common name and seemingly no Internet presence at all, and who has vanished off the face of the earth.

It’s 4am but Captain Ahab, I think I found her. A missive has been sent. How will I ever fall asleep now?



Update 12 hours later: No reply. Dur.



Update 30 hours later: If it’s her, I am guessing she does not want to be found. Or, she lives on an island without the Internet.

 

11 Comments for this post

 
sarpon says

Watch out for that harpoon.

If you find her, you really must meet up with her at Starbuck’s.

 
Becca says

Boy howdy. And we will have a whale of a good time.

 
Elena says

Speaking of mothers, as you were a couple of blogs ago, your ‘boy howdy’ made me think of my mother. She used to say that on the rare occasions she was riled up. Where did you pick it up? I can’t imagine YOUR mom used it.

 
Becca says

Hmmm, I’m really not sure! But I love that expression.

Most of my homey phrases come either from:

a. living in down home areas of Baltimore.
b. being forced to listen to WHN Country radio as a child by my brother.

 
Alex says

In this case, Becca, I’d go with “b.”

 
Becca says

I hear ya, hon.

 
Irishcardinal says

Bless yer heart. I heard a lot of country music as a kid too, but mostly the old time stuff. My father and his brothers and cousins had a string band in their youth, in the late 1930s. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but he played with Wayne Raney, the country “Harmonica King” [not to be confused with pop music harmonica king Larry Adler]. Rainey offered my father a chance to go to Hollywood with him when he ‘made it big’. [his big hit then, "Why Don't You Haul Off and Love Me"]. But he had been married just a year, to my very young mother, with a newborn baby, so he passed. Raney later ‘found Jesus’ and wrote and recorded the popular “We Need a Whole Lot More of Jesus, and a Lot Less Rock n Roll”, which Linda Ronstadt, among others, later covered. [Larry Adler, however, never found Jesus and remained an avowed atheist til the end].

 
Becca says

You have not mentioned this before! That’s pretty neat. I will have to send this entire comment to my brother. I think he’s a down home Southerner trapped in a New York Jewish guy’s body. Bless his heart.

PS, I never even knew Jesus was missing!

 
Irishelena says

He appears to go missing frequently! My aunt by marriage [married to one of my father's brothers] had a brother who made fiddles and guitars and made some for Johnny Cash and his band. He was also a Pentecostal minister [as was his sister] and helped Johnny Cash Find Jesus. Johnny was always losing Jesus when he found drugs ‘n’ stuff.

 
Becca says

He’s always the last place you look.

 
Irishelena says

Maybe they need a Jesus-GPS.