Tuesday's Fat

I guess I can now say that I live in an area of the country that doesn't give two shakes about Mardi Gras. Before moving to Raleigh, the cities that I've called home have at least tried to throw some semblance of a Fat Tuesday celebration, the best, of course, being Mobile, Alabama, home to the original Mardi Gras in the United States and the place that made Moon Pie throws de rigueur many moons ago.  But it seems that the Triangle area doesn't even try, and frankly, I'm okay with that.  Nothing was sadder than San Diego's attempt at doing Mardi Gras.  Not that they didn't stage a big one--so-called largest west of the Rockies--but hell, is it really and truly a Mardi Gras if you have to pay admission to join in on the celebration?

So in order to figure out what to celebrate today, my little handful of beads to throw out to my vast readership, I had to dig deep into the newsfeeds to find this little gem.  It appears that Erik Per Sullivan, better known to you and me as the big-eared little brother Dewey on Malcolm in the Middle, is receiving the James Joyce Award from University College Dublin’s Literary and Historical Society.  See, there's hope for us all.

Speaking of getting fat, I'll throw out this as a bonus doubloon:  It may not be surprising that we all contain a few atoms of Shakespeare in our system.  Well, according to this researcher, it's more than just a few:

Thus there are about 200 billion Shakespearean atoms in each of us. We all have quite a bit of Shakespeare in us. Of course, if some of the bard's waste did not disperse, higher concentrations of his atoms are likely to be located in the United Kingdom. Hence, Brits can claim to have more Shakespeare in them, which seems reasonable from social and biological points of view anyway and should make them jolly happy. Not to intentionally deflate their egos, however, pigs and other grazing animals of the United Kingdom should be able to claim to have even more of the Shakespeare's atoms in them. And of course, a few choice atoms do not a genius make. {via}

Comments

[lucina]

so much for getting us all a king cake for later (not that i could prolly even find one here!) p even asked me today "what's the point of mardigras?" o the blasphemy....

[Jeff]

Well, if you're not Catholic, there isn't really a point to Mardi Gras, and the beauty is in its pointlessness.

Never liked King Cakes much, that's why I prefer the Mobile tradition of the Moon Pie. I like the yellow ones.

[lucina]

bubba likes moon pies, moon pies, moon pies ....

[Varg]

It means a lot of things inside and outside of catholicism but, the last two years in New orleans, it's meant something else entirely. :)

[Varg]

Oh, and I never really liked King cakes much either. Never could tell the difference between one and a purple, green and gold cinnamon roll. Then this year, I finally had what the locals call a "real" king cake, and it's more like bread than cake. A real robust bread, and no filling. Almost like challa bread. Very good.