La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
In 1980, a then 15-year-old Brooke Shields asked provocatively in a TV commercial, “You want to know what comes between me and my Calvins? Nothing.” Unsurprisingly, it was quite controversial. Well, no controversy from me. You want to know what comes between me and my Calvins? Moose.
I didn’t mention yesterday (because I was too embarrassed), but I tripped on my way to the doctor yesterday morning. I had in my ear pods listening to music and did a little dance sideways up two concrete steps. I was wearing a pair of sneakers I haven’t worn in a while and they’re a bit longer in the toe than any of my other shoes. The toe of my left foot hit the edge of the second step. I flew into the air sideways. I scuffed my right knee before landing hard on my hip, hitting the gluteus maximus (ass muscle), which cushioned the bones. A couple nearby came running. I stood up quickly on my own and told them the only thing hurt was my pride.
I continued to the doctor with pep in my more carefully placed step. It wasn’t until early evening that my hip began to ache. I took paracetamol around midnight and slept like a log (drug lightweight). I expected my hip to be really sore today and am pleased to report it’s much better than last night. Let’s see what damage I can cause today.
San Geraldo pointed out to me that the pizza I had (click here) was topped with mashed squash and not mashed pumpkin. We then discussed it some more and decided it could have been pumpkin. The word is the same in Spanish. So, never mind.
Bob of I Should Be Laughing commented on yesterday’s post that my beard is looking very distinguished. I was flattered. When I worked at UC San Diego in the ’90s, I mentioned during coffee with some staff that I was thinking of growing a beard again. No one there had ever seen me with a beard. One person said, “I think you’d look really distinguished.” All I could think was, “Distinguished? When did I get old enough to look distinguished?!?”
I’m old enough.
En 1980, Brooke Shields, que tenía 15 años, preguntó provocativamente en un comercial de televisión: “¿Quieres saber qué se interpone entre mis Calvins y yo? Nada.” Como era de esperar, fue bastante controvertido. Bueno, ninguna controversia de mi parte. ¿Quieres saber qué se interpone entre mis Calvins y yo? Moose.
No mencioné ayer (porque estaba demasiado avergonzado), pero me tropecé camino a la médica ayer por la mañana. Tenía en mis audífonos escuchando música e hice un pequeño baile de lado subiendo dos escalones de concreto. Llevaba un par de zapatillas que no había usado en mucho tiempo y son un poco más largas en la puntera que cualquiera de mis otros zapatos. La punta de mi pie izquierdo golpeó el borde del segundo escalón. Volé en el aire de lado. Me raspé la rodilla derecha antes de aterrizar con fuerza en la cadera, golpeando el glúteo mayor (músculo del culo), que amortigua los huesos. Una pareja cercana vino corriendo. Me puse de pie rápidamente por mi cuenta y les dije que lo único que me dolía era mi orgullo.
Continué hacia la médica con ánimo en mi paso más cuidadosamente colocado. No fue hasta la tarde que mi cadera comenzó a doler. Tomé paracetamol alrededor de la medianoche y dormí como un tronco (droga liviana). Esperaba que mi cadera estuviera realmente adolorida hoy y me complace informar que está mucho mejor que anoche. A ver qué daño puedo causar hoy.
Bob de I Should Be Laughing comentó en la publicación de ayer que mi barba se ve muy distinguida. Me sentí halagado. Cuando trabajé en la Universidad de California, San Diego en los años 90, mencioné durante un café con algunos miembros del personal que estaba pensando en dejarme crecer la barba nuevamente. Nadie allí me había visto nunca con barba. Una persona dijo: “Creo que te verías muy distinguido”. Todo lo que pude pensar fue: “¿Distinguido? ¿¡¿Cuando llegué a ser lo suficientemente mayor para lucir distinguido?!??!?
Soy lo suficiente mayor.
30 thoughts on “Me and my Calvins / Mis Calvin y yo”
Careful. Any false move after a certain age can be disastrous. I know from experience.
I know. I’ve always done this, but now I seriously worry about what damage I’ll do.
I’m glad your hip is okay. I nearly tripped three times yesterday! Twice at work (getting in a hurry and not watching where I was going) and then at our community theater last night while trying to squeeze into the row where my seats was located. That last one twisted my ankle a bit and I was afraid it was slightly sprained, but by the time the play was over I felt fine. Sounds like you and I BOTH need to be more careful!
Your cats are so cute!
I don’t know about you, but my clutziness seems to come in waves. I’m sure there’s a reason. So glad your ankle’s OK.
Steady as he goes……..have an ‘uneventful’ day.
Now, I didn’t mean “old” when I said “distinguished,” I just meant …. um., distinguished.
Another day, another trip; glad you’re okay. I, too, suffer from the Fallsy’s.
As for that green paint; with the little nekkid child there, I couldn’t help thinking they are standing in a pool of his own green urine.
Yes, my mind went there!!!
Another thing I like about Spain is any time I refer to myself jokingly as viejo, I’m correct. I’m mayor!
Regarding that nekkid statue, the ball between his feet can be kind of obscene from certain angles.
The face on the pantless figure is rather mature for a person of short stature, and other weirdnesses. Try to stay shiny side up today.
Oh, we can talk some more about that naked one when you see it in person. My problem is, both my sides are shiny.
Don’t kink-shame Moose and his underwear predilections! LOL
Who else would love me like that?
My Maltese, Cujo, does the same thing to me! Weird ass dog. It’s getting to the point, Scoot, where it will be easier to talk about the days you don’t get hurt, or trip or, you know, walk. Being the distinguished gent that you are, you probably do all of those things with a distinct elegance. Hugs, hon.
I once tripped during some kind of arm-in-arm circle folk dance when I was in 6th grade. I kept going with my legs scrambling in every direction until I got back up and continued the correct dance. My teacher said my coordination was exceptional. She had come running, sure I was going to break a bone. I wish I had video. Pure elegance, I’m sure.
Ah, the Baryshnikov of the klutzes! I adore you.
Just call me Misha!
At least it was two rather than twenty concrete steps. And it would have been rather ironic had it been necessary to cancel a doctor’s appointment BECAUSE of an injury.
Yep, I had that thought about the number of steps (and the fact I was going up and not down).
Perhaps they were going for that faux aged copper look. Watch your step! (something I need to constantly remind myself to do)
Walt the Fourth:
Oh, yes, they’re going for bronze with a patina for the rest. Maybe dull copper for the “sand.” I have been very aware of “every step [I] take.” I’ll finally get over-confident and will do it again.
I remember the Brooke Shields Lolita controversies. She did have a Stage Mom who exploited her Child, but I never thought Brooke was endangered, she was such a Beautiful Child and grew into a Beautiful Woman who weathered the Child Star Syndromes that plague so many Child Actors. That Fur Baby of yours is well fed and sassy, we have one like that too. Glad your trip and fall wasn’t serious, breaking a Hip would be no joke.
Given the situations Brooke Shields was placed in I’m surprised she wasn’t molested and she didn‘t grow up to be an overly sexualized personality. She seems really well grounded. Oh, Moose, to hear him whine for treats, you’d think he was wasting away to nothing.
Well, I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself. Be careful out there!
I remember that Brooke Shields commercial and all the controversy. I was younger than Brooke and I didn’t really get why people were so upset.
GREEN? What were they thinking?!
Yes, green, and it’s not the first time they thought it. Argh. At the time, I didn’t think anything of the Calvin Klein commercial. But it’s amazing Brooke Shields remained such an innocent through all the hypersexuality surrounding her.
Distinguished has a nice ring to it; it conveys sophistication and sagacity – or so I hope.
Those look like awfully skimpy underwear for such a giant!!!! And yes….I did try to get a visual and it was sexy.
I like them brief. And thanks for imagining.
You had me at ass muscles.
I hope you are ok.
I was surprisingly fine after the fall, but I still have a tender spot from where I hit my hip/ass. Ass muscles.