It's fitting that work has me attending two concerts by They Might Be Giants this weekend. Fitting because it's Father's Day and though my Dad may not be a fan of the band, they share a quirky intellectualism I adore. When my dad is thirsty, he says he needs some "lubrication." He tells the waiter at a Chinese restaurant to keep the rice coming because "as a rule, we consume large quantities of rice." They Might Be Giants sing rock songs about the four kings of Mesopotamia and the political career of James K Polk. And who can forget:
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
My brother has acquired a similar quirkiness, though he tends toward The Office and an inexplicable penchant for watching cage fights. He's teaching his girls to be smart and interesting - the best kind of girl!
My three brothers-in-law are so different, and yet they are all excellent fathers to my nephews and have shown excellent taste in women.
I didn't get any of them ugly ties for Father's Day. I hope they're able to celebrate in style, nonetheless.
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