How desensitized am I when I start to skim the New York Times story about a tenacious Chinese man who opened a restaurant in Baghdad, barely registering the bit about his being attacked and almost kidnapped. Ho-hum. That’s what happens in Baghdad. He only does takeout now, cus a suicide bomb damaged his building.
Speaking of international incidents, I was at a day camp today. The kids were singing “I said a Boom Chicka Boom.” The verse is simple, and the counselors prompted different versions by saying “Uh huh. Oh yeah. One more time, Valley Girl style.” Or whatever. It’s gotten more sophisticated than when I was in camp, cus when they do it race car driver style, for example, they say, “Vroom shift a vroom.” And the janitor says, “Broom sweep a broom.” The valley girl said “A boom chicka rocka chicka gag me with a spoon.”
Anyway, the finale was “Atomic Bomb” style, “I said a BOOM chicka BOOM!” Not so inventive. Still, it was an appropriate acknowlegement of the 60th anniversary of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. It was funny only because the camp had Japanese exchange students today. They didn’t seem to take offense.