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Scarborough Fair

Wow, I certainly neglected this blog for quite a while. I am not going to say I will update on a regular schedule from now on, cuz I know I won’t, but we’ll see what happens.

So what have I been up to? Well, I took on a new job at a big company. That is certainly something different, as I’ve never worked a regular 40-hour work week in my life. I am more used to working way more when I am busy, and way less when things are slow. But hey, got to try it out sometime. I’ve also gone from never having more than five co-workers at a time to working in a company that uses ten out of the eleven floors in the building. Let’s see how it will go in a few months. So far, so good.

The job change also made my commute three times as long (was 15 minutes, now 45), which gave me a lot of time to listen to stuff in my car. All that driving gave me a lot more time to listen to things. Sometimes I listen to the radio (which I actually really enjoy) and sometimes I listen to my own music. And when I listen to music, sometimes I have strange thoughts pop into my head, especially if the lyrics is cryptic, poetic, or simply not the most straight-forward thing.

Let’s use Scarborough Fair as an example. If you’ve never heard of the song, it’s a traditional ballad from the UK and here’s a version by one of my favorite singer, Hayley Westenra:

The thoughts that pop into my head are in the forms of dialog, like this:

A: Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
B: Nah, I think I am going to stay home.
A: Dude, they got parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme!
B: Really? I am there!

A: Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
B: I am thinking about it. I don’t have thyme.

A: Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Victoria Beckham: Nah.
A: What? But they got parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme! I thought you are a spice girl!
Victoria Beckham: Those are mostly herbs, actually.

Doesn’t make all that much sense, I know. Oh, and I happen to like traditional ballads for some reason. Here’s another one I like, called Willie o Winsbury.

While we are talking about songs and thoughts that pop into my head, when I heard “Baby Got Back” which had a line that said “Dial 1-900-MIXALOT”, I thought “Hm, I wonder who would pick up if I did?” I remembered it wrong and thought it was 1-800-mix-a-lot, though. So that’s what I dialed. That led to some kind of “Are you single? Call this number” commercial. Probably some kind of dating hotline. So that’s what the 800 number leads to. I wonder what the 900 number would lead to.