Monday, September 4, 2017

What's wrong with this picture?


Nothing, that I can see.

Here's what's right:

Iggy and Waits in a booth. I MEAN....
Bottomless coffee
Sturdy-looking coffee cups
Smoking. Inside. (note the accomodatin' ashtray)
Mustard and ketchup in squeeze bottles. (Making me so hungry for fries right now.)
Table is checked not in the traditional gingham but in a hypnotic, nearly Escher-like fashion.
Christmas lights strung up, with those fat, old bulbs that burn hotter than a mother.

Oh, here's what's wrong.  I found it:  I'm not there, joining the conversation! (The one from my imagination. Not the one in the movie.)

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Two Tear Jerker Cocktails Coming Right Up


When Jane's dream to be a soda jerk fell apart her true calling to be a tear jerker was born.  

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Self-flagellation with Humidity


These days when humidity levels don't soar quite high enough I get out the old steamer bag and up the ante...

Convenient front slits allow for leisure reading. Also useful if I need to wave someone down and ask them to hand me food.

Zips easy too!

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Better Living through Yoga

Today's post is about how you too can achieve serenity. I owe my calm nerves and blank mind to a faithful program of meditation, yoga and ----


                 WHOoPsie!!


Didn't mean to leave these sitting out. Nothing to see here folks! Look away! Look away!

Er. as I was saying........



Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Sad bus


 Don't get on the Sad bus.  Wait instead for the number 9 or the G line. Catch the Yellow line a few blocks over. Walk, even. Just don't get on the sad bus. Let it go by. There'll be others. Don't get on that bus. It's a sad, sad bus.  Don't ride it.


Monday, July 10, 2017

Toads of Summer Pt. 2

For visuals of Kansas toads, see previous post, "Toads of Summer Pt. 1"

This here's the aural portion, featuring Michigan toads. Wait for the 18 second mark:

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Saturday, June 10, 2017

Toads of Summer Pt. 1










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These are the gray, dry, rock-looking toads that can be found around my mom's place. They're a specialty of western Kansas. It isn't truly summer, until I've walked through the buffalo grass on a moonlit night and had a toad hop out of my path.





  

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Waxing Parabolic


Would it really kill someone to open a coffeeshop with this kind of architecture? Is that so much to ask? When was it decided that the parabolic element, inspired by the Space Age, was passé? As if we'd moved on, just because space flight became normal.

 Even when we're ignoring the astronauts, the parabola is very much a part of our earth-bound lives! The parabola is the natural shape any projectile along the earth surface takes, because gravity. And other physics things I'm not smart enough to explain.Consider that old earth game, which is, beyond dispute, the greatest game---baseball. Parabolas abound! From the pitcher to the batter, to the guy running in the outfield to make a catch, if he's doing it right. (According to research in environmental psychology, which I read about in this blog post about Cardinals baseball, guest-authored by two university professors, Drs. Bhatia and Chura, who are baseball fans).

The parabola can even figure into our romantic longings and philosophical musings. Stealing again from this same blog post, Thoreau wrote of how he took his daily walk through the woods in the shape of a parabola "opening westward", apparently preferring the parabolic path as a "perfect middle between opposing cultural forces" and symbolizing "not only the type of beauty he wished his walks to have, but the shaping and altering effects he wished his life to have." (Quoting Bhatia and Chura here.) Wow! The parabola can do all that?!

Even if you eschew all that frou-frou, the parabola figures into our satellite dishes, our clean energy wind turbines, and other stuff I'm too lazy to look up. So it's just as deserving as ever to be a motif shaping and altering our banks, gas stations, cafes and coffee shops! So let's bring it back. Let our architecture reflect the trajectories of our meager but fervent little lives --- the hopeful rise of the curving arc....falling back to earth again......or, in the case of the bouncing ball, a series of repeating but diminishing parabolas. On a more optimistic note, once again plundering the baseball scholars, NASA calls the parabolic path that comets trace around the sun an "escape orbit" , that can be traveled forever. And it has been said  (by Bhatia and Chura) that the arms of the open-ended parabola, "reach toward infinity."

I think I've made my case, but before we move on, take a gape at that "Ships" sign in the photo..... How can you beat that?  You can't! Tell me who doesn't want to drive up to a stunning piece of signery that looks like it's about to blast off? No one, that's who! What kind of a world do we live in where we toss out such fun, energetic designs and send em straight to the garbage heap? I ask you. 

Friday, June 2, 2017

We Regard the Grain Elevator



Part of the ongoing series in which we regard a grain elevator. 

This one's in Ransom. (Not that Ransom.)

Ransom, Illinois