I Swear! I Googled Wes Anderson

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Miscellaneous

Today's post is delayed by, once again, waiting for promised return phone calls.

Southern most church depending on one's point of view.

Russian Orthodox in Antarctica.

Public library restroom warning, Midwest USA

Be sure to wash that strontium 90 off your fingers!

Personally built and created by one of my dearest friend.

Foreground:  Miniature pine forest

Background:  Fully functioning bog

While in the works.

Winner, winner chicken dinner.

Also roasted onions and potatoes.

Everything Buttons Can Do

But Why?

The Day Silas Was Born

                                Astronomy Picture of the Day, NASA

Little Bitty Goody Goody

Yes, this was a cartoon from my childhood and consequently explains much.

The little goodies:

Simmering pot of oranges and cloves

Gold metallic rick rack

Completely unexpected floral arrangement from an amazingly thoughtful human

Stained glass

Very large rippled philodendron half price

Four new composition notebooks in four different colors
Palm cookies

Two more library books

Lee Krasner

Ice cubes

My black sweater

Voices from people I love

Better Than Pleasant

The blog is 149 Sullivan Street.  The artist also loves NASA and the young Paul with a beard.  Wish I had a boatload to buy many, many of her pottery and keep them for my own,

Of course, then I'd have reasons to buy more plants, too.

Goodbye September

Lately I've been thinking of great names for blog titles.

 Not having much success developing the blog posts themselves.

I've changed many routines around my home.  For the better I hope.

Fighting years of bad habits is more than just difficult.

Especially now that so many words and speech abilities are apparently lost to me.

Frightening and threatening.

Ah, yes.

Carry on after all.

Another month to attempt.

This late bloomer thing is killing me.

Too late to be a Renaissance Woman without any special learning?

Then I found the above.

Perhaps in the nick of time.

And so, I am creating memorabilia (until I think of a better name for them) for the important special folk in my life.

Meaning to me, and hopefully to them.

Letting go of ridiculous rules and using the time available.

If this is my adulthood I will continue to do the best I have.

Truly grateful for what I have.

Challenged by what comes with each day.

Victory has a new definition.

Welcome October.

Go Mombasa!

Kenyan high court allows lesbian marriage.

Now it will be totally allowed when it is called

MARRIAGE!

Up And Attem

• Flipped the clock
• Little Red Hen
• Sad dead ficus
• "Countertop" sun tea
• Postcard project
• Oriental Trading
• Shiny pink pig
• Future cactus
• Choking on lime jello
• Dandy dreams of brothers and movie stars
• Excellent reading material
• Scented candles
• How much do I hate coffee breath?
• I didn't know they were called "mood boards"
• Toenails
• Slipshod correspondent
• Love that carpet sweeper!
• Schemes and Themes tonight!  Alas Subterranean may be no more
• Chicken salad

What's Not To Love?

Yoko crochets!!!!

And she manages that lefthanded finger business perfectly.

Oh, and some damn fine music.

Bonus!

Rest Up

These bowls make me feel very peaceful.

And this one makes me wish I could garden.

Or maybe I just wish I could take photos like these.  In any case they make me feel swell.  And now, time to snooze.

AAAAaaaaaahhhhh.

Say Good Bye To Your Morning

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Some Things Are Just Too Beautiful For Words

Balanchine knew his stuff

My New Hero

Editta Sherman

Photographer

Crusader for Tenants' Rites

Founder of the Fashion Institute of Technology

Feisty Broad

Happy 100th Birthday!



Good Morning! Good Morning!

Another treat from the NASA website.  How sweet of the cosmos to line up to say good morning to my new grandson!  Talk about planning in advance.  Well done.

Uber People Watch

New fave on this do nothing day:  the Sartorialist.   MMMMmmmmm.  His blog archives to 2005 and every page is delish.  The above is, believe it or not, a street person in New York.  Style IS all around us.

This darling splash is from 2011, Paris.  Contrasting the two photos is amazing.  What an eye this guy has.  I admit, I was in the dark as to the photographer, and was hoping he was an unknown, undiscovered amateur.  This is not the case and I don't mind a bit.
Such an intriguing blend of so many elements.  The young and not so young.  Famous and not.  Some so colorful and some that actually look as if they existed in black and white.  One wonders how many beautiful people garbed so fetchingly can congregate in one place.  How the settings and backgrounds can be so magical and so appropriate.  I wonder what drew him in for the above shot?  The overwhelmingness of the jacket or the underwhelming starkness of the wall.


Enough gushing.  Make your favorite adult beverage and prepare to be dazzled.  I'll probably get killed here in cyber land for using these images without permission.  Ah well.  Go here:        http://www.thesartorialist.com/biography/  And hail Mr. Scott Schuman. 

Saw This And Had To 2012-2



Saw this on a friend's fb page and had to take a second and then a third look.  Corporatate idiocy is usually not on my radar.  It seems such an easy target.  But this was too good to pass up.  Thanks, Becky.

It's Not Unusual

Yesterday I finished reading my first graphic novel.  I'd heard of these, through nieces and references on the old Roseanne program.  I'm not an authority; but I'm told one should not refer to them as comics.  As if comics were shameful or somehow less worthy of the reader's time.

This book was mentioned on a facebook page I peruse and, since I know and respect the page writer, I decided to read the book.  I easily reserved a copy at my local library. I was surprised.  The book was good.  Not a lot of excess verbiage and the illustrations were quite powerful.  The plot specifically focuses on the middle and high school years of Jeffrey Dahmer.  The author was about the same age as Dahmer at the time, and so his insights are colored by that perspective.  But that is all to the good.  As he traces Dahmer's behavior the author poignantly asks, "Where were the adults?"  Indeed.  Aren't we all sick of hearing/reading after yet another catastrophe involving young folk that the adults saw no signs?  Just what the fuck were they doing anyway?

My familiarity with comics (and I see nothing wrong with lumping graphic novels into that genre) is limited to my own youthful fascination with superheroes.  Superman was my 'go to' guy.  I've written elsewhere about how I never had an older brother and always wanted one.  Anyway, my possessing even a smidge of Superman lore allowed me to win a beer and pizza dinner for myself and my then boyfriend when I was first an undergrad.  The question:  Name Superman's mermaid girlfriend.

Oh, I also had a roommate whose boyfriend was a bit of a stoner and tried to get  me to fall in love with r crumb.  It didn't take as I had far too much homework that semester.  Altho it seems Mr. Backderf was profoundly influenced.  His art bears a striking resemblance.

Anyway, this book did what I believe all good writing should do.  It made me want to learn more about the topic.  If exploring the mind of a budding serial killer and his parents and the boys he went to school with intrigues you; then by all means seek out My Friend Dahmer by Derf Backderf.

It might even make you wonder about public schooling in this ever so great country of ours. 

These Would Totally Be My Lines

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If I can ever find Vivi's confessional scene from "Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood" that would go right here.

Skip the commercials.

To be continued.

And I Was Rewarded

http://video.pbs.org/program/craft-in-america/

At last!  PBS has added eight new episodes!

Meet my new favorite artist:

I am so happy right now!