Let’s just say “Holy Mackerel, OKay?”

 

Because I am a dead man if I can’t have at least one out, like etymology. OMG, I am so thankful that we know this word, right? ETYMOLOGY. I mean, think about the others! and they are scratching their heads! and I am sorry!

[Really, I am sorry that your head itches like that, but I hope—really I hope—You know this Lord, right, that I truly want this?–that you are just somehow OK. I do not know how this happens, but I really really at this point gotta give it over to the ONE who made it makes it. And well, I hope you are Ok, you and all the other head-scratchers, and that’s it;  fare thee well. And if it makes me sound like an elitist pig, then OINK.

Ugh. UGH. Let’s now discuss, because this is my delight, and maybe yours too before what really needs to be Shalom and on this Shabbat of all times. IHNI.

Whence Holy Mackerel? Here you go, and and then every euphemism too. OKay?

 

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It seems that:

“Recorded from 1803 with uncertain origin, but possibly a euphemism for Holy Mary, with Mackerel being a nickname for Catholics because they ate the fish on Fridays. Another suggested explanation is the practice of selling mackerel on Sundays in the seventeenth century (because its quality deteriorates rapidly), so it was known as holy fish.”

Well, sounds about right, so Holy Mary, mother of Jesus who became the Christ who was the Word who was in the beginning and became the light, life, door, gate, bread, and ugh all of it that matters.

And, that joke about the blind man and Plum Drive and then well, it’s just all true:

EVERY BIT OF ALL THE WONDER, THE GLORY, THE MIRACLE, THE CURRENT STREAM FROM 89.9, NO KIDDING, AND THAT PLACE THAT WAS JUST ANNOUNCED. AND SURE, THERE MAY BE THOSE WHO SAY STOP; YOU’RE INSANE!

I am okay with all of that. they called Jesus insane too.

I’m good.

Because you are reading this.

Holy mackerel! There is a hole in that can of mackerel, so weird. Insane.

SHABBAT Shalom!


Photograph “We will have to discuss the steel punch entering the can.” © 2018 Timothy Waugh