Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
People's Liberation Big Band
A new version of the Nutcracker and a new Christmas tradition. The People's Liberation Big Band once again performed their wild-eyed version of the Nutcracker in Kansas City last night. They first unleashed this alternative jazz version with its unusual time signatures and creative re-harmonizations in 2006. One of their next projects is a soundtrack to the 1925 silent film, Battleship Potemkin. I can hardly wait.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Train For Winter Survival Like The Cosmonauts
One of their many packages is their "Original Cosmonaut Winter Survival Training" in Russia, as pictured above. Oooo, yes! Sign me up! Those blue boots are so worth it.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Burl's Pearl's -- Burl Ives' Surprising Oeuvre
A departure from his regular Christmas fare, this collection is widely regarded as his "psychedelic" album. Conceived and recorded during his experimentation with hallucinogens.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Next To Godliness
If you don't need dry cleaning you can see Prince Okwina for a shoe shine
The name is so clever I can't get over it
A dry cleaners that cares more about justice than the rules (this Australian shop thinks its the Clint Eastwood of dry cleaners)
I would dirty my clothes just so I could come see this sign.
....Or this one
No, Really --The r Open
They clean clothes but will they clean their windows?
Kind of going overboard with the "green" concept.
You can't see it from here but there's surely a dry cleaners in there somewhere
Gets the award for best dry cleaners name ever
The only cleaners with a woman encased in glass. Also known as the WTF? cleaners
Have pants will travel
The dry cleaners that wishes it were a nightclub
Appeals to customers who can't settle on one color scheme
Dry cleaning with a little tongue
When only the very best will do
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
My Blog Goes In For Some Navel-Gazing
And so, without further ado --Labels from my blog:
afterlife, archipelago, axis of evil, azoic, bad hair, badass hair, baked Alaska, Bee Gees, big red cat, biologists, blocked creativity, bottom mud, Burl Ives My Ass Coalition, caffeine tremor, catfish, danish, Donovan, Eishenhower, Emma Peel, Eugene Debs, fungi, Gamma Ray (rock band), happy meat, Harpo Marx, hell, hemp intelligence, high altitude flight, HotPoint appliances, june bug, keffiyeh, lawn care, marrying the Beatles, Mashed Potato Hut, math nightmares, mediums, Mexican jumping beans, moderately gifted, Nick Drake, Noche de los Rabanos, non-violent civil disobedience, Obama, October, Pilgrims, poplars, pressure suit, Reinhold Niebuhr, sea-monkeys, Shatner, Srinagar, Stella Artois, tap-dancing, Tupperware Liberation Front, ways to transport plutonium, Wiley Post.
Monday, December 1, 2008
The Shepheardes Calender: December
A R G V M E N T.
From the Renascence Editions - an online repository of works printed in English between the years 1477 and 1799, courtesy of the University of Oregon.
http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/~rbear/december.html
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thankful
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Pilgrim Or Gypsy?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Goin' Incognito
At last my quest for anonymity has ended! I'm so tired of being recognized and greeted everywhere I go. But help is on the way, now that I've found the Pilgrim Lady Instant Disguise Kit. In just seconds, this kit will transform me from the 21st century denizen of cool that I am, highly sought after and admired, to a seventeenth century bonneted matron, who warrants nary a second glance. And no one will be the wiser. Just think of all the places I can go unhindered, while dressed like a pilgrim lady. I don't know why I didn't think of this before. With this new freedom, I can slip unnoticed into clubs, bars, gay bars --all manner of dens of iniquity, and I'll be totally disguised. I'll be that proverbial fly on the wall. I can help myself to any event I please --crash snobbish parties, stroll through local parades with cavalier ease, take umbrage in protests and rallies, without ever risking arrest. Yes, a whole new life is opening up for me, now that I've found the Pilgrim Lady Instant Disguise Kit. I can hardly wait to get started.
Friday, November 21, 2008
So Long Analog
Once we make the big switch to digital, the fine art of interpretive TV watching will be a lost art. No more toughing out bad reception to see the latest installment of Wife Swap. If the digital signal fails, you can't jimmy with the antenna or turn the TV on its head to coax a clearer picture. Digital signals either come through or they don’t. Analog signals deteriorate gracefully, it's said. They'll leave you with a shred of something, even if it's just a fleeting shadow on the screen, or some staticky audio. But when digital signals fall apart, you get nada. Bupkis.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Random Thoughts Of November
This winter, how cold will I be?
If I wear a coat that makes my shoulders look bigger than my head, will I command more respect?
Can I get a coat long enough to hide my bathrobe?
If I leave my car outside, I'll have to scrape my windows in the morning. On the other hand, if I park my car in the garage, the flame from the
I got some "pinon" incense at a Native American shop.
It makes my house smell like a wood fire. Awesome!
As the days grow shorter and darker, I am developing
Monday, November 17, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Son Of A Beatle! Dhani Harrison's Regrettable Fashion Spread
But I digress. With Dhani channeling George, it was inevitable that some fashionistas would descend on him and use him as a prop for their own diabolical retro-exploitative fashion schemes. And sure enough, that's what happened and the results are all over the pages of Fashion Rocks. See for yourself:
Is this a Monty Python skit? No, it's just Dhani Harrison enjoying a bit of sport in his back yard. If you think his hat is badass, just check out his belt. My life is so plain.
"Weeeee! We're young and rich and obnoxiously photogenic! Also stoned out of our minds! Cuz who really runs like this?
He's so Britsy. She's so Patti Boydishy. Together they're so creepy. Hmmm... Do you really want to evoke the relationship your Dad had before he hooked up with your mum?
Please, God. Make it stop.
Okay, that's it. This has gone on long enough. The woolly animal hides were bad. The Patti-George thing-- disturbing. But this purple pimped out cowboy hat? Dhani, you've become a fashion victim. Get out now, while you still can. Get out of there. Flee! Go find a sitar, a tabla, a banjo, a Jew's harp, ANYTHING and reclaim your soul!
As an antidote to that hot mess, I give you George Harrison's "Crackerbox Palace":