Mike McPhaden: Shakespeare’s 25 things

Yeah, I promised no more 25 things, but my friend elizabeth willse just passed this to me, and hey, I could not resist. Yes, the Bard did the 25 things meme right here, courtesy of Mike McPhaden. A couple of them (close your eyes, Richard Grayson!)

  • I hate to wear a Ruff, for I haue such a pleasing Necke.
  • As a player, I am painful-slow to learn my part. Once whilst playing
    Edward I, I used the prompter so ouermuch that a groundling yell’d ~Stop interrupting, Will! And it was my Dadde. (Kydding!)
  • I play the Flute yet poorly, but I can make any crumhorn beg for Mercy.

Okay, now I promise to stop.

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  1. Richard Grayson says:

    If “25 random things” be the food of blogs, play on;
    Let not mine curmudgeonly nicks deter thee
    From sating thy belly with these foolish things. . .
    I’ve reflected a bit, and of course decided that this is banal but less harmful than flipping Florida condos or investing in Tribune stock. It does seem like a Great Recession activity, though; as a time-waster, it’s cheap, egalitarian and from the little of them I’ve read, relatively free of bragging about one’s annual bonuses, net worth or Birken handbags. If people on Sand Hill Road and Wall Street and State Street are doing this instead of wasting what’s left of their money (and ours), well, sigh, let them continue.
    After seeing this last night, I thought about it in bed, and when I fell asleep, I dreamed I was at your office. You were busily on the phone with the New York City Department of Vital Records, ordering the death certificate of a woman named Sadie Marx (a friend of my grandmother’s) and I said I’d be interesting to see it too.
    I interpret this to mean that we both understand we’re in the post-post-capitalist era.
    How about everyone writing down 25 of their dreams? Can this be a new meme? I’m ready!
    When I woke up, by the way, I remembered something you told me in late December 1982, when I was visiting New York from Florida: “I don’t care what they say, this is not a recession, it’s a depression.”
    And then I read in today’s NY Times, from a former city finance commissioner:
    “Forget about comparing the current recession to the Depression. In fact, do not even compare it to the recession of 1982, Ms. O’Cleireacain advises.
    In the 1980s, she says, things were worse all over the country because of the twin drags of high inflation and high unemployment — the factors that make up the so-called misery index. In contrast to a misery index of 16 to 21 percent from 1979 to 1982, the figure now is 7.3 percent, since the inflation rate is almost zero.
    What is different this time is the ubiquity, and speed, of information, sometimes triggering intense, immediate reaction and irrational behavior by amateur investors, and worsening the worry among employees concerned about their jobs.
    “We’re not even in 1982, but people are reacting to this real fear because it happened so fast, and it took them by surprise,” she said.
    It’s great to be so old that we actually read Shakespeare. . .

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