For all things Tooks, and some things, er, relating to other people. As well as to other things. You get the picture.

10 August 2007

When we were in sixth grade, guys, as I'm sure you'll remember (I address myself particularly to the fellow 'Crofters in my reading audience), we were heavy into Seinfeld. I mean, heavy. Justin Leroux could quote just about every line from every show ever, and Mr. (A.) Stein was not far behind him. If you missed the new episode for some reason on a Thursday night--some lame reason, like doing your homework--then you were completely, pathetically lost all day Friday since at the proverbially middle school water cooler, that's all they were talking about. Then you just had to pray that they would re-run it soon.

Anyway, we were heavy into Seinfeld. And I remember that for me, aside from the overall wackiness and "show about nothing" charm, which is a very funny idea to a sixth grader, I loved the monologue at the beginning of the show. And so much of Jerry's schtick was of the "Didja ever notice?" variety. "Didja ever notice that no one pays attention to the stewardesses when they explain the safety procedures? What if one day they decided to shake things up and throw in some unexpected lines? 'In the event of an emergency, oxygen masks will drop from the ceiling, and I'll be the first to parachute out the door--you suckers are on your own.' " And hilarity ensued.

All this by way of saying, this post is about to become a Seinfeldian 'didja ever notice.' Bear with me, even if sixth grade is long gone and little lamented:

Didja ever notice how sad and lonely the last pickle is? As the other pickles are eaten, and the juice level goes down, those last few pickles really start to suffer. They start leaning every which way, then they start slipping down, and their seeds start to fall out, and the exposed part goes all soft. The last little guy, who started out just as proud and straight as the rest, ends up all crumpled at the bottom, hopelessly waiting there for someone to put him out of his misery. And when you finally eat it, it tastes just a little of despair.

Now, some of you might be saying to yourselves, how quaint! He's anthropomorphizing pickles in his desperate bid to procrastinate further. Everyone knows that the pickles get that way because the juice level goes down and they get wrinkly from the air.

But there's a point I'm trying to make, juice levels aside. I believe that in some way, pickles are like peoples: They need friends to stand beside them, keep them upright and keep the juice level high. The more isolated a pickle in, the more exposed it starts to feel, and the last pickle standing can't stand too long.

So let us draw wisdom from the pickles. Stand up straight, stick close to the ones you love, and when your day comes, try to stay crunchy.

Believe in the power of a delightful dill with me,



Blogger Katie said...

aww. that was heart-warming, tuck :)

2:41 PM EDT

Blogger Lena said...

Tucker, I just love you. And I was so happy to see you the other night and finally meet Cat! She's wonderful. Let's all see each other again before 2 years is up! I'm not working at Fay any time soon, but eventually. :) Love!

9:40 PM EDT

Blogger Calla said...

mr. tucker ruderman, i found your blog through the lovely katie's facebook page and I was glad I did. Because I thought I saw you on the Boston subway repeatedly last spring, but I was never sure enough to say hello. Now perusing all of this, I think you are still as amusing and witty as you were when I met you playing Willy Wonka, but I'm pretty certain that you weren't in Boston last spring, and so I'm glad I didn't embarrass myself by accosting a total stranger.

Kate Hutchinson (Crofter '98)

8:33 AM EDT

Blogger Tucker said...

Wow, thanks, commenters. I feel like Pavlov's dog here. I'm definitely salivating--from your love.


11:43 AM EDT

Blogger To A Bright Yellow said...

What ever happened to Justin Leroux? That's what I want to know.


6:50 PM EDT

Blogger Shenkel said...

In Austin it is easy to stay crunchy - so many friends around and plenty of Barton Springs to marinate in. Can't wait to visit.

4:06 PM EDT


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