Wednesday, October 3, 2007

October 3rd R.E.M. - Bad Day




Middle of the week, aye? - Oh yeah, sure! And a Little Saturday for some. Third or fourth day of the week? The religion squeezes its head to almost everything. Should we check the Judea-Christian calendar or our own western type calendar? The name Wednesday in English comes from a Germanic God Woden who was also god of the Anglo-Saxons in England until the 7th century. Some languages prefer Mercury, but he was just a messenger of Gods.

Well, when Sunday took its place as a starter of the week the Germans realized that “Woden’ s day” is in the middle of the week. So they dumped that name and named the day “Mittwoch” meaning "middle of the week". Heck, even "Keskiviikko" in our own Finnish language means "middle of the week"! The Hebrew Bible informs us that Sun and Moon were created on this day, Wednesday. And yet again the Roman languages vote for Mercury as which has given the name for the day.

So let’s go up in the sky. Physically, Mercury is similar in appearance to the Moon. In India, the planet was named Budha (not Buddha!), after the son of Chandra (the Moon). The Chinese, Korean, Japanese, and Vietnamese cultures refer to the planet as the water star. Which one of these countries the U.S.A. hasn’t bombed yet?

To Hebrews Mercury is “the star of the hot one”. And I love Queen too! Freddy was and still is one of the best male vocalists on this planet (spirit lives on). And Freddy was gay. And so was Michael. Stipe I mean. Or did I mean to say “is” not “was” ‘cause he’s still alive, you know. At least he released a song called In the Sun in 2006. And the Hebrews might have meant “the hot one” being the Sun. Yeah, OK.

It’s just that people have some needs to define things. Many have tried to define e.g. what Michael Stipe is. He himself describes himself as "an equal opportunity lech (lechery)" and says he doesn't define himself as gay, straight, or bisexual. Well, Wednesday is still in the middle of the week, or is it? Or was it in the middle of the work week, or should we take a look at what calendar? And didn’t Michael have a sex-change?

“One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to land on - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics, man.” – figured a reporter in Apocalypse Now! And he really was in the core. Man.

Luckily some of ours jobs in media isn’t all that confusing. Or is it? Mine isn’t but yours probably is-no I mean-well-yeah-a-ha-well I meant that-yes we all work in the same business I know-yes-well-ok bye-bye-I already said bye-no I don’t-ok-it’s been a bad day-oh you do?-a-ha-ok-see you tomorrow-(fucker).

[In Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day, the disagreeable nature of the weather is attributed to it being "Winds-Day"]

Here’s R.E.M. and Bad Day.

Have a nice Wednesday!

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