Saturday, August 25. 2007
It sounds like Luciano has terminal cancer - pancreatic. How did he get to be 70 so fast? He has provided joy to millions in his life, including to me. God bless him.
Friday, August 24. 2007
According to our friend Sippican, who kindly forwarded this photo of Sonny Boy Williamson, King Biscuit Time, later known as King Biscuit Flour Hour, was the longest-running radio program in history. Williamson (posted yesterday) was their first featured performer. Photos like this one lead me into the wonderful Southland of my imagination.
Thursday, August 23. 2007
I own a couple of small Grillos, and had a nice chat with the fine old gent and his wife last summer on the Cape. I will buy one of his large oils when my piggy bank is full. He has moved through a number of styles, but mostly in the general abstract expressionism direction. The gal is his wife, if I am not mistaken, perhaps in her younger years:
Wednesday, August 22. 2007
Monday, August 20. 2007
Physicists ask whether existence is a virtual reality. Neurophilosophy. Of course it is. I think, therefore I am a confused SOB. But existence sure feels real when you have a sore hip, or when you are 21 and your girlfriend dumps you, or when you can't pay your bills. No need to drop a little acid before reading the links: reality is strange enough on its own.
Do not, under any circumstances, miss Gerard Van der Leun's photo essay on the "Hempfest" in Seattle, Washington. American Digest --Stoned to Death in Seattle: Hempfest 2007 Comes to Town The United States Government wastes a lot of money, time, and effort composing dreadful anti-drug messages that they broadcast on AM radio right after Art Bell goes to sleep, and on television in the wee hours just before the test pattern comes on. Gerard should be given all the money, and we could all gather our kids around the computer, point at his pictures, and tell them: "I don't care if you become an alcoholic, a pederast, a serial murderer, or god forbid, a State Senator; but under no circumstances will I allow you to end up like these people." The 9/11 Truthers lend a touch of verisimilitude to the proceedings, too. Just say...um... wait... What?
Sunday, August 19. 2007
From Indians to Pilgrims to Yankee fishermen to Portuguese fishermen to artists to tourists to gays, Provincetown has seen a lot over the years. Maybe the yuppies will be next, and gentrify it like they did to the Hamptons and Nantucket. My favorite restaurant there: The Lobster Pot. Lots of Portuguese stuff, like Kale Soup with linguica, baked stuffed Haddock with molho tomate (strong cumin) and onion, and Squid Stew. They also do a great job with tuna belly (toro) on the grill, when they can get it: it's the best - burnt on the surface, rare on the inside, and dripping with fat. My Mom, proper and refined Yankee lady that she is, likes to schedule our annual drive up from Wellfleet to P-town and the Lobster Pot to coincide with the Gay Carnival Parade. She thinks it's a hoot. P-town in the 1940's: Sippican
You can sign up for a Shakespeare Sonnet A Day. Sure beats USA Today.
Saturday, August 18. 2007
Thursday, August 16. 2007
There are 20,000 species of Sunflowers. This is one of them. This happy patch sprung up on the edge of our stream, and it is welcome to stay as long as it wants to.
Wednesday, August 15. 2007
Monday, August 13. 2007
The Porn Myth, by Naomi Wolf, via Dr. Bob who, speaking of porn, needs to learn more about beavers. Porn is popular, but is it any good? Our view is that the human mind is the most pornographic thing that exists, and probably should be banned.
Sunday, August 12. 2007
Today on the Farm, 5:30 AM. For the full effect, add the sound of an early-rising croaking raven to the photo.
A Bird Dog pup practicing lawn mowing on slopes. It's always exciting when the front wheels leave the ground. The photo doesn't capture the slope.
Share Maggie's Farm - don't hoard us! Help keep us inspired and chugging along during these dog days of summer by sending us around to your million friends. That is all we will ever ask for. But if our readers insist on continuing to mail cash to our Maggie's account, well, that is just great too. Nothing smaller than wrapped ten-packs of circulated 100s, please, or it isn't worth our trouble. Mail cash to: Mr. Churchie la Femme, c/o CYA Assets Associates, Ltd, George Town, Grand Cayman. Photo: A handsome 1925 Doble steamer. I remember my Granny explaining to me why her next-door neighbor had a funny low extension on the back of their garage. The prior owner needed the extension to fit their fancy new Stanley Steamer. That funny lean-to extension remains there today, and is surely useful for today's cars.
From La Nozze de Figaro, Bartoli and Fleming. Dang Spanish words in there are annoying.
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