To Blog, or Not To Blog (plus Bathroom-Humor!)?

...that is the (answered, since you are reading this) question. I really don't see the point of memorizing 32 lines of a play. Sure, it's one of the greatest passages ever written (and performed, of course), but what good is done by forcing us to memorize it for the sake of memorizing it? I would very much rather devote the time I will spend internalizing it (only to write it down on a piece of paper on Tuesday morning for a grade) to actually LEARNING (sorry, I'm not HTML-savvy enough to be able to put anything in bold or italics or any of that) the soliloquy. Memorizing it, contrary to the belief of the English teachers, will not cause us to grasp its meaning or brilliance in the same way that discussing it would. It'll just make those 30-some-odd lines the bane of our existence (pardon the wretched cliché) for the next three-plus days.

I'm sorry, that wasn't terribly deep or funny. But don't stop reading quite yet (tempted though you may be).

I was at Five Guys Burgers and Fries this evening (I received a great many weird glances from a gaggle of people with whom I attended middle school). Wanting to wash my hands before I received my Cheeseburger-with-mustard-fried-onions-and-sautéed-mushrooms, I headed for the bathroom.

The men's bathroom at Five Guys falls into the category of "one-holers," meaning that it is designed to be occupied by one person at a time, unless you aren't there to do what one normally does in the bathroom. Imagine my surprise when I saw BOTH a urinal AND a conventional toilet! What a waste of money! There's (theoretically) only going to be one person in the bathroom at a time, and one can easily use the conventional toilet for the purpose a urinal serves as well. Seems silly to me.

ONE MORE THING: NEW TIM'S VARIED MUSINGS INSTITUTION (hopefully)! I will try to get in the habit of posting some of my favorite song lyrics, as well as the name of the song and artist, at the end (or beginning, if the theme of the lyrics is relevant to my post) of my post. On certain days, I may just decide to post the lyrics, if I have a touch of "blogger's brain," a cousin of "writer's block." Please comment on the lyrics; I'd love to hear some input.

First set of lyrics:

Leonard Cohen, "Sisters of Mercy"
"O the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone,
They were waiting for me, when I thought that I just can't go on,
And they gave me their comfort, and later they gave me their song,
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been traveling so long.

Yes you who must lose everything that you cannot control,
It begins with your family, but soon it comes round to your soul,
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned,
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

They lay down beside me, I made my confession to them
They touched both my eyes, and I touched the dew on their hem
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon,
Don't turn on the light, you can read their address by the moon,
And it won't make me jealous if I learn that they've sweetened your night,
We weren't lovers like that, and besides it would still be alright,
We weren't lovers like that, and besides it would still be alright."

Good night.