Something the Leprechauns asked me back when I was a little sprout in Indiana has always puzzled me.
“Why does the Porridge Bird lay his egg in the air?”
More important, how would they ever incubate them?
Everything I know I learned from Firesign Theatre.
Yes we can be taught.
First we have to be caught.
So a great teacher is helpful. But not all teachers have the correct bait. Just as in fishing, if you don’t have the bait the fish want or at least think they want. They ain’t biting.
Off course there are many factors.
- Time of day.
- Time of year.
- Barometric pressure.
- Sun intensity.
- Type of fish.
- A plethora of other plausible excuses.
It is ultimately up to the teachee.
Not the teacher.
But thank you all the teachers around the globe for trying, fighting the good fight, and taking the time to learn things to pass on.
But fish are going to swim and birds are going to fly.
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t
“Why does the Porridge bird lay his eggs in the air?”
The first time I heard that question it was on a vinyl disk spinning around at 33 rpm being scratched and amplified through big old tubes with speakers pushing air around the room.
Oh I was stumped alright. Considering it was the early seventies probably a bit chemically addled as well. But I was not alone. There were many in the room. Some as confused as I was. Others more confused. A select few with knowing smirks because they knew. Some would claim they knew the answer. Many in the room did not care because they were at a party socializing. They wished there was music on instead of this bizarre collection of words and sounds that they had neither the will nor the inclination to ponder.
What I did about it was spend many hours of leisure time alone and with friends, listening, pondering, and discussing every Firesign Theater album we came across. Listened to them so many times that to this day a response to some questions cries out to be a quote from their voluminous work. Often it is as good a response as any to some of the silly things people ask.
Plus a Firesign Theater response is a great way to end a conversation you want out of leaving a confused look on the inquisitors face. Occasionally the other party will recognize the response and where it comes from and lo and behold you have a new friend and kindred spirit for life.
Yet I am still in that same room wherever I go. There are many in the room. Some as confused as I am. Others more confused. A select few wearing knowing smirks because they think they know. The scary ones are the ones that know they know. Still many more in the room do not care because they are at a party socializing and wish the music was on instead of this bizarre collection of words and sounds that they have neither the will nor the inclination to ponder.
As for me I am with this guy:
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
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