There's nothing uglier than unimaginative stained glass.
Some very unfortunate passings in music recently:
Mick Karn (Japan)
Trish Keenan (Broadcast)
Alex Kirst (Iggy Pop)
Sometimes at dinner time I tune in the MSNBC stream - for the comic relief. Unfortunately, the particular host site also feature a real time chat box where like-minded trolls congregate to sing the praises of the likes of Ed (Really!) Schultz, and Chris (The Tingler) Matthews. Now, some of the commentary was a bit amusing - at first. But as it progressed I saw those who typically scream "tolerance" engaging in the worst kind of misogyny against right-leaning women whom they disagreed with. Final straw came when remarks were made about certain individuals personal appearances.
Ed Schultz had democratic consultant Bob Shrum on, and the chatters were near orgasm as the two men berated the lady in question. Well, I logged in under the name Alcola (Ha!) and pointed out that if we were determined to focus on appearances, that Bob Shrum pretty much resembled a scrotum with eyes www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Me…
Dead silence for about 20 seconds, then:
"That's a bit harsh, Alcola"
Then, the chat moderator "Karen-Carpenter" used a noun to describe me that suggested I engage in coitus with a parent... and then I asked her (on account of her name) if her fingers smell like vomit... and it just kinda went down hill from there.
You'd think a Carpenters fan would have a more broadminded sense of humor.
Since 1982 it's been a Saturday afternoon ritual of mine to tune into the live Metropolitan Opera broadcast. I tune in, but I don't really listen, seeing as how they pretty much stick to what's become the holy trinity in opera - Verdi, Puccini, Wagner. Seriously, if they'd stage a rarity like Spontini's Pelage, or Lemoyne's Electra I'd dress up like a hot dog and sit in the front row.
My dad recently told me a story I'd not heard before. Apparently back in the 1960s he was playing with his bluegrass band at an event (in the NC mountains) where TV star Dan Blocker (Hoss, on Bonanza) was also appearing. They met at some point, and after some discussion decided to track down and sample some of the homemade liquor that the Cherokees were (at that time) famous for. Both jumped into a rented Volkswagen (how Blocker fit himself into a Volkswagen bug with that hat on seems to defy known physics) traveled to the place, made the purchase, and felt no pain on the way back. However, Blocker found the mountain roads less navigation-friendly on returning, and turned the Volkswagen over into a creek. The last my dad saw of him he was dumping hat-loads of water over his head, and yelling whooooooooooo....
His agent quietly whisked him away that same day.
NONE of this is intended to disparage the memory of the late great DB. Actually, I find it rather endearing.
"tagged" me for this ten things situation, so here it is:
1. When I was 8 and standing under a tree to have a photo taken, a Blue-jay crapped on my head.
2. I once accidentally swallowed a cedar twig, sneezed violently for a half hour, and ended up blowing it out of my nose.
3. When I was 5, I sat on Buster Crabbe's (Flash Gordon's) lap.
4. I do not eat fish.
5. In 1996 I was charged at by a buck deer in a bank parking lot.
6. I bought my first musical instrument (A Fender Jazz Bass) at age 15, with money I made from a summer job.
7. I once went to the emergency room to get a piece of potato chip out of my eye.
8. I like blue Popsicles.
9. I do not own a skirt.
10. I tracked down and bought a stuffed monkey like the one that makes a brief appearance in the film Matango.
God Bless (and forgive)
I'm not John Boy
My good friend has done me the great and undeserved honor of writing about my work. Since I was born utterly without that gene which spurs one to self-promotion, I can only express my sincere appreciation for his great effort on so meager a subject, and to point any and all who may be interested
Want to hear me getting yelled at in the 8th grade? www.box.net/public/t2qq1ptqkv
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed
My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
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Cowgirl In The Snow
Attempt to listen
My Stock My older stuff My ancient stuff The astounding Bibi :coke:
Here we are living in time you and I. Yesterday is gone. We are waiting for tomorrow. And the present moment eludes us even as we try to grasp it.
God lives in eternity, where there is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow. God is not waiting for the sunset or the dawn. God lives in the eternal now where there is neither past nor future.
God sees you and me at this moment, not just as we are now, but already dead and buried and judged, and safely home with Him forever with life behind us. This God sees now as you and I are worrying and fretting about a future that may never come.
It makes us dizzy even to think about it.
Fr. Leo Clifford