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Chicago Tribune cartoon 1934:


This is interesting and telling; and yes Frank it does look familiar.



and this is hillarious ... nasty but funny.


The Thingee Study.... The University of Georgia funded a study to see why the head of a man's thingee was larger than the shaft. After 1 year and $180,000, they concluded that the reason that the head was larger than the shaft was to give the man more pleasure during sex.

After they published the study, the Florida State decided to do their own study. After $250,000 and 3 years of research, they concluded that the reason the head was larger than the shaft was to give the woman more pleasure during sex.

Louisiana State University, unsatisfied with these findings, conducted their own study. After 2 weeks and a cost of around $175.46, and 12 cases of beer, they concluded that it was to keep a man's hand from flying off and hitting himself in the forehead

Musical Marvels

If only the world could come together as well as the musicians in this song do.

Happy Tuesday!

Watch the whole thing it gets better and better. Makes me want to go to Jazz Fest for obvious reasons; and maybe I will just have to play hooky from work and go!

My my My

So I am sitting here at the gallery with the door open; kind of reflecting and this guy shows up at the front door. He does not immediately walk in; he instead pulls something out of his pocket and compares it to the address. He then just stands there and stares at me for a minute or two.

He has long black hair; a beard and a mustache. He is attractive in a creepy way that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He has intense black eyes and a muscular body.

After staring for his 1 minute or so he comes into the gallery and walks directly towards me. I am sitting at the desk looking directly at him. His gaze never waivers. Then he kind of ruins the moment by saying “I am Yogi” (I dunno, “Yogi” couldn’t he come up with a better name like :) Raspootin?) then holds out his hand so I think well what the hell and I go to shake it. He takes my hand and turns it over and touches my palm with his index finger; sort of like one long stroke. I remove my hand still at a loss for words.

He then (before I could say umm get away please) puts his hand on my head. He then backs away from the desk and tells me that he has been “told” to come here. He says that the mole I like to call it my beauty mark (hehee) is very lucky and that something really big is going to happen to me in June; something that will change everything. (I still have high hopes that it is a good something not a bad something)

Then he ruins the mystical moment and pulls out a piece of paper, shrink wrapped to card board with his name on it. (Very well worn and slightly stained I might add) It is the true proof of his talent; Yogi: Psychic Reader of Humanity.

I am not very interested in getting a reading so I say umm no thank you before he can even mention a reading; guess I got a bit of psychic in me too. He then puts the final nail in ruining his initial approach and says well that is up to you; Have a blessed day. Now “Have a blessed day” is something the Jehovah Witness people or the Baptist ministers looking for donations say when they come into the gallery. “Have a blessed day” Wow I guess I was hoping for something more exotic like umm well I don’t know maybe something in Arabic ? That would leave me wondering?

I would not say no to something big that is good happening in June; but like this song I think it was all about:

German ladies beat -off economic woes...

Let us use THIS VIDEO as an example in point.

Well I must say that I found the attached video an enormous relief. I was sitting here contemplating why people think that they should always ask for “deals” when they come into the gallery and buy art. It is extremely rare that some one will say: “OOOO wow I love that! How much? OK I must have it here is my credit card.” It usually is:" umm well how much is that?"; I give them the price; they ignore the price and say “What’s the best Price you can give me.” Sorta like why did I bother putting up that “pretend” price on the wall, because everyone knows that is not the “real” price.

I have noticed a steep increase of this; can you give me something more for nothing as the economy has gone in the shitter. However; I now do not feel quite as bad. Certainly its one thing telling me you want a discount on art; but how would you feel if you were one of the German Ladies in the video and someone not only started to discount your price per client; but then clients asked for additional concessions. NOW I am not sure what sort of “extra” things the men are asking for; but how insulting is it to even think of asking when they are already getting a house discount.

To all my artists out there; at least I take the brunt of the insult for you; I would hate for any of you to think that I am prostituting your work :) Of course every good madam must look out for her best interests while always, always… considering the value of her “boys”.

no title needed

I have no idea why, but this song by David Bowie, as obscure as it is, keeps going through my head. In fact I might say it was almost driving me insane because the only place I had it was on an old album and I could not remember the name.

Thank God for Youtube, I am now out of my misery and can share the tune of my mind with you.

I think a commenter at IH’s site was correct when she said I might have issues.

Appearance... don't always mean everything

Perhaps you have seen this; but I have to say that every once in a while there is a performance on this show that really brings a tear or two or three to my eyes.

WATCH IT HERE

Not to sound trite, but this is a classic example of judging the book by the cover; and that really should make people ashamed. I watched the video a couple of times as I needed to clear my tear ducts and keep thinking about the young brunette woman in the audience who actually rolled her eyes before the Susan Boyle started. People can be so mean.

I will be curious as the show progresses how Ms. Boyle, who stated she has never been kissed and lives with her best friend, a cat will be remade. I would say that with proper wardrobe, hair and eyebrow pluck; she will not only have the talent, but the all important “look” which apparently especially matters for middle aged women in show business. I would like to throw out that it would seem like there is a double standard. I don’t think she would have been received with such a shitty snotty shameful reception if she were a man.

hump day humor

I see you...

This is cool coupled with disturbing. I don't like the idea that some unidentified government agency can monitor me picking my nose; isolating out of a group of a million people.

As I was not in Washington DC, but here watching on TV I guess I have nothing to worry about. However one does wonder if the government can zoom in on so many; if they can tap our phone lines and cell phones; are they above installing chips in our digital TV's to monitor our couch potato stances and conversations.

You can be sitting there in your rattiest nastiest pair of PJ's thinking you are in the privacy of your home and low and behold there is a group of people secretly mocking you on the other end of your television set; not a good thing to overly contemplate as it might make you go insane :)


You can scan and zoom to any section of the crowd. . . wait a few seconds. . . and the focus adjusts.
The picture was taken with a robotic camera at 1,474 megapixel.

2009 Inauguration

Let the games begin

My friend Denise who I have known since highschool is getting married this weekend. As a result a number of college friends who I have not seen ummm in ummm 10 years ( or maybe 20) are in town to attend. I met up with some of them last night..



So we all met up where Shep was staying; I had to do the quintessional questionable tourist photo in front of Rodrigues "Blue Dog" gone red.
Both ladies said that I was forbidden to put their pics on this blog unless I included myself so here goes...

First stop Pat O's - I know sort of lame; but we are playing tourists even though we all went to Tulane together - ummm ya know like 15 years ago or so :)

Shep always did look good in pictures; she looks good in person too... plus she is a Dr. (gag) if I did not love her, i would have to hate :)




Durwood did not want a Hurricane... She always likes to do her own "thang" so went with the lemonade that really looked like a large glass of ice cubes to moi......


Rapsy like her hurricane; though feels like they forgot the alcohol even though it does not look that way in the pic.


Second Stop Napoleon House - Now I want you to take note of how people hold their drinks... Raspy insisted that everyone tried a Pimms Cup so this is the etiquette of holding ones Pimms...



Shep holds her Pimms delicately smiling grandly.



Durwood goes with the one hand approach on her Pimms cup smiling grandly

Raspy gently goes with the lets stick the straw up the nose approach. I swear one just can take Raspootin out in public...

Tomorrow I will post some candid shots from the reherasal dinner; Im sure yall are going to be holding your breath...