I feel kind of sorry for G. W. Bush. He's probably spending a lot of time thinking about his legacy and ginning up the funding for that mausoleum of self-regard, a Presidential Library. (Don't say what will go into his. It's too easy. But I will say that manga are a bit elevated for him.)
Anyway, forget Bush. It's my legacy I'm thinking about. Which is a hell of a lot more important than some legacy dunce from Yale's.
I've been thinking, to get specific and yes, to the point, in this blog-awards-giving-gushing season, about my Greatest Posts of All Time.
I mean, who can forget the trenchant The definition of dickhead post? In which I picked on poor ole Fred Thompson, the sleepy ex-candidate for presdunt. Please God don't let him go back on Law & Order.
Then there was my bid to become the First wine comedian. In that I have much in common with Fred T., although I try not to nap as much.
And there have been my frequent outbursts of crankiness (as opposed to churlishness, which has happened from time to time). This is known as having too much time on your hands. You sit around and dream up all sorts of stupid shit, like WMDs and stuff. Or groupie fests with dynamite young chicks.
And of course we have vast numbers of off-topic posts about TV shows like "Scrubs" and deceased jazz singers like Mildred Bailey and my depressive navel-gazing (I won't even try to give you links to those -- too many to list -- see all of 2006 and the first half of 2007). And the gift that keeps on giving, Liev Schreiber in bloody undershirt.
Jesus, my legacy. My legacy...!
OK, enough with the teeth-gnashing.
Tell me, O faithful readers of this blog, my heart and soul and virtual blood spilt upon the screen, what are your favorite, most meaningful and/or most delightful/funny/amusingly contemptible mondosapore posts?
I may not get any awards (ha) but I do have your warm regards...which, as a legacy, is one I'll have to make do with.


Hands down, the Hugues the Memorius post followed closely by the Obama Sinistre post. The liquor spirits can either heal or kill. It takes a bit of courage to compose a post like that. It was your tour de force. Thanks for posting what some of us can only churn in our hearts and souls.
Posted by: Marco | February 29, 2008 at 08:32 AM
God bless ye, Marco. I knew you'd bite, by the way!
I did like the Hugues the Memorious one too. I think I'd written run-up versions of that several times, but that was the most direct and risky on my part.
I've been thinking since I posted this query last night, that the real, personal nature of this blog either developed as a result of the horrifying depression that dogged me in 2006 and 2007, leading to a true breakdown, or at least that experience caused me to drop screens, masks.
I've also been thinking more and more about how blogging (this blog) is a potent form of self-expression but one that must be tethered to something that is an "objective correlative," to use TS Eliot's phrase.
I also know that it's an ideal short-form kind of writing, as it combines the personal essay with anything you feel fit to throw into it at a time. And the frequency of posts means that you needn't be embarrassed about anything for too long.
The perfect literary form for a shameless age, he intoned.
Posted by: TH | February 29, 2008 at 08:39 AM
An objective correlative could be anima mundi.
Posted by: Marco | February 29, 2008 at 12:46 PM
Then again, in the immortal words of Judy Tenuta, The Love Goddess, "it's better than flipping pancakes for a plumber."
Posted by: Marco | February 29, 2008 at 02:57 PM
i enjoy your bloggings muy mucho, though nothing specific jumps to mind. perhaps an unintentional "kudos" to the overall quality...
as a request, i would love to hear (read) more about how you got where you are. growing up, when wine came into your life, family, defining moments, etc.
enough about me - lets talk about you.
Posted by: Mo | February 29, 2008 at 04:38 PM
Ha! I've spent way too much time in therapy to fall for that one, Mo. Thanks for the offer, though.
Posted by: TH | February 29, 2008 at 04:42 PM
okay then - more "scrubs" blogs, please.
play to the level of your competition.
Posted by: Mo | February 29, 2008 at 05:43 PM
The level of my competition...Laurence Sterne? Boccaccio?
Yes, it's Mr. Weisenheimer again.
Seriously, Mo, I refer you to these older posts which you may be unfamiliar with. They provide something of an inner view of your grateful chronicler...
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2006/04/it_was_my_60th_.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2005/12/sex_and_booze_a.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2006/05/blog_visitors_b.html#more
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/07/the-boom-of-the.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2006/11/more_mush_from_.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/07/home-again-home.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/03/rum_and_me.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/01/leggendo_pavese.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/04/my_wine_and_mus.html
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/04/terence_this_re.html#more
http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/05/wine_and_music_.html
And many more, I think.
Posted by: TH | February 29, 2008 at 07:19 PM