I bumped into a former colleague and friend a couple of weeks ago who said, “I read your blog from time to time — pretty much the usual: family dinners, why don’t people act better, and a few heartbreaking moments.”

And I think:  What IS so wrong about wanting peace, love and understanding. (With all due gratitude to the Elvis Costello song, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XYFJUP84lE.)  In order to evoke the true Elvis Costello, please sing along to the Youtube clip, playing your tennis racquet and looking like you have to go to the bathroom and are holding it in.  See below for a visual guide.

Ok, so my blog is pathetically maudlin, navel-contemplating and ego-centric.  I write about what I know and see.  And I write late at night (before that Biblically-promised joy cometh in the morning).

Maybe I should take up something more life-affirming or planet enhancing.  Except I live in a coop and I think if I were to tend a compost, that would raise a stink (as it were).  I am sure that my fellow coop shareholders are relieved that I blog instead.

If I had a good singing voice, I would wax melodic about peace, love and understanding.  You get the point.  I am giving the best that I got to paraphrase Anita Baker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsMHjbfFEjU).  (Her picture is not instructive.  Think, instead, of Tina Turner singing “What’s Love Got To Do With It?” for the proper gyrations of the mouth.)

I digressed so far that I didn’t even get to talk about President Obama’s trip to India.  Oh, well.  You know the drill — An entree portion of What’s So Funny About Peace, Love and Understanding, mixed in with, I’m Giving You the Best That I Got, with a side of What’s Love Got To Do With It.  So, you could write the blog without me.  Discuss.