Doodle, NYC2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Let's Talk About a Baby Vanilla Cone with Plastic Rainbow Sprinkles, Please
Hardwick, Vermont Pizza PlaceAugust, 2007
Doodle's Vermont Photography Project Presents: Farm Bell
"Farm Bell" ~ Photograph taken by Doodle the Cat Greensboro, VT ~ August 3, 2008
This farm bell belonged to my grandmother's family and originally lived on a farm somewhere in or near Johnsonburg, Pennsylvania. Elk County's Johnsonburg lies atop a hill, infamous for its paper mills, once a staple of its economy and the reason for the town's peculiar smell and thick black dust which would blanket any laundry hanging out to dry.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I Can Has Cheezburger
I find this website hilarious, and Doodle thinks its condescending.The first thing I said when I woke up this morning was, "I can has cheezburger." And last night, "I can has cookie?" Ridiculous.
I can has cookie?
I can has cookie.
I can has cookie?
I can has cookie.
8 Course Meal at the Hotel Roanoke: It's What's for Dinner
Roanoke Hotel, Roanoke, VAThursday, February 22, 1900
Lunch: It's What's for Dinner & It's Underwhelming
What I got for lunch:
Spinach salad with avocado, cherry tomatoes, green apple, shredded red cabbage, hearts of palm, cucumber, splash of balsamic vinegar and olive oil, black pepper
What I wanted:
Gummy worms
Doodle's Vermont Photography Project Presents: Hammock
"Hammock" by Doodle the Cat~ Greensboro, Vermont
August 3, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Have I Told You Lately How Much I Love Chelsea Handler?
Chelsea Handler is absolutely hilarious, and gorgeous to boot. Recently, I caught a bunch of back-to-back Chelsea Lately episodes on E! and I was howling, all alone. Per usual, the remote was buried somewhere underneath takeout food containers crawling with rats and I was too fat to find it, but I soon realized that was a blessing in disguise. The worst part of Chelsea Lately is the commercial breaks. Chelsea rocks.
Who Wants to Make Me a Housewife?
I've decided I'd like to be one.
Requirements:
- Husband*
- House**
*Husband: Handsome, smart, charming, fertile, wealthy, often away on business
**House: Friggin' nice, all hooked up with wicked nice shit including a trampoline
AIG Meltdown USA Hell in Handbasket Up to the Minute Coverage
Two Can Anne on the scene giving you all you need to know about the latest American financial crisis. I took these pics an hour ago near the American International Building on Pine Street where AIG has some of their offices:
En route to Water Street, this cat's got the news on his television. If this guy is devastated enough to jump however, he's going to have to take the elevator to a higher floor:
And finally, AIG's offices on Water Street. The Brinks truck is there obviously to abscond with whatever's left of the dump: the vending machines. Seriously, dude, I know they were crammed with Munchos. I love a vending machine with Munchos:
"I hear your company is insolvent, you're about to lose your job, and you want to kill yourself. Any comments?"Lower Manhattan, Wednesday, 9/16/08
If This Was Your View Saturday Morning at 6 AM
A tavern on the Lower East Side, NYC, at dawn ~ 9/13/08 You're probably just coming out of your hangover now. Those crazy kids on the LES!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Little Pumpkin Eating an Apple
'A friend is having me scan some of her family photos, and I fell in love with this Kodachrome slide; she gave me permission to post it to Shorpy. It's her sister and their great-grandfather on his farm in Sabattus, Maine, in 1964'"We called him Bubba for some reason. He had a big farm in Maine and a roadside stand that sold just about every fruit and veggie you can think of. My cousins and I used to go pick strawberries and peas in the summer. He was always so patient and sweet, I don't remember a cross word from him ever. If you look close you can see how stained his hands are from farming his whole life (and smoking a pipe). It's funny what you remember about people but whenever I eat fresh peas or really good strawberries I think of him."
from shorpy.com
The Buffalo Bills are 2 and 0!
The Red Sox WILL make the playoffs, and the Yankees just barely made the toilet. Life is good. Sure, the stock market's in the basement and about to travel on through the bottom of the Earth to China, we're on the edge of the Apocalypse, and I'm eating canned goods with a fork right out of the can like a hobo, but still. Life is good.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Phreaky Photo Phor Phriday
"Montgomery High School students." 'An amusing (or maybe unsettling) class portrait from Montgomery County, Maryland. The Library of Congress says circa 1936; we've found a number of clues that narrow it down to 1939-40. See the comments for details. National Photo Company safety negative.' www.shorpy.com
Thursday, September 11, 2008
He Stopped Six 9/11s and Can't Get a Hearing and He's Crazy for Club Crackers
Confused? This dude has all the answers. Click on the images to enlarge the posters, and I'm sure it'll all make sense. In the meantime? Stop your gambling and zero excuses. Thank you. Oh, and could I please have some more Keebler Club Crackers when you get a chance. Thanks. Bye.
September 11, 2008 ~ 1:30 pm
September 11, 2008 ~ 1:30 pmLower Broadway at Liberty Street
Ground Zero 7 Years to the Day
For those of us who work in lower Manhattan, we've got the September 11 channel on 7 days a week with reminders real ( a big hole in the ground) and disgusting ("Hey, get your 9/11 t-shirts here!") everywhere you look. It's sobering. I took these from the "safety" and "comfort" of my highrise office building a few minutes ago. If you look closely at the last two (click to enlarge) you'll see Doodle parachuting one of the American flags. Hers is the one on fire. Showoff.
September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Let's Play a Game: What Would You Rather
It's been awhile since you've checked your grillpiece out in the mirror. Let's say it's been hours. To your chagrin, when you finally do get a chance to get away from your desk, you discover something more than your face looking back at you. What would you rather have discovered?
- a booger in your nose
- a zit on your forehead
- something in your teeth
Dan Savage on Sarah Palin, The GOP, Abstinence "Education" and C*ck
If Abstinence Ed Can't Keep Sarah Palin's Daughter Off the Cock, What Hope Is There For Other Kids?
By Dan Savage
Tuesday, September 9, 2008 at 03:02pm
Savage Love column, for the Village Voice
The 17-year-old daughter of Sarah Palin, the GOP's vice-presidential nominee, is pregnant. The news was released by the McCain campaign during a busy news week—a major hurricane, the Republican National Convention, Dick Cheney getting us into a war with Russia—so it may not have received the coverage it deserved. So allow me to bring you up to date, gentle readers . . .
Seventeen-year-old Bristol Palin got her ass knocked up five or so months ago by 18-year-old Levi Johnston. Among the hobbies listed on Levi's since-yanked MySpace page—"fishing, shoot some shit, and just fuckin' chillin' "—was this revealing tidbit: "I don't want kids." But Bristol, says her mom, "made the decision on her own to keep the baby," and is now engaged to Levi "Shootin' Shit" Johnston.
As the adoptive parent of a child born to a pair of unwed teenagers, I'm certainly not in favor of abortion in all circumstances. But I believe that it's a choice teenagers should be able to make for themselves—with input from their families whenever possible—and, so it seems, does the GOP's VP nominee. Sarah Palin is pleased that her daughter "made the decision"—on her own—to keep the baby.
But Sarah Palin doesn't believe that other girls should be able to make their own decisions. Sarah Palin believes that abortion should be illegal in almost every instance—including rape and incest. So Bristol Palin is being celebrated for making a choice that Sarah Palin would like to take away from all other American women. Apparently, today's GOP believes that choice is a special right reserved for the wayward daughters of Republican-elected officials.
Oh, and Sarah Palin also believes that birth control shouldn't be made available to teenagers, she opposes medically accurate sex education, and she backs abstinence-until-marriage sex "education."
Sigh.
The GOP has poured hundreds of millions of dollars into abstinence "education" programs during the Bush years. I believe this enormous investment of public funds begs the obvious question: Are our children abstaining? Sarah Palin's isn't. Despite this massive outlay on the part of the American taxpayer and the example set by her Christian parents, Bristol Palin became sexually active while still in high school. Excuse me, but if abstinence education can't keep the daughter of the evangelical governor of Alaska off the cock, what hope is there for the daughters—and some of the sons—of average Americans?
I'm a cad for even writing this, of course, because shortly before Bristol and Levi were paraded before cheering throngs at the Republican National Convention, the Palins asked the media to respect their daughter's privacy.
Another special right: When it comes to respecting your family's privacy, Palin and the GOP see no need. They want to micro-manage the most intimate aspects of your private life. And if their own kids fail to live up to the standards that Palin and the GOP seek to impose on your family, well, that's a private matter between the Palins, their daughter, their God, and the thousands of screaming imbeciles in elephant hats waving McCain/Palin signs on the floor of the Republican National Convention.
By Dan Savage
Tuesday, September 9, 2008 at 03:02pm
Savage Love column, for the Village Voice
The 17-year-old daughter of Sarah Palin, the GOP's vice-presidential nominee, is pregnant. The news was released by the McCain campaign during a busy news week—a major hurricane, the Republican National Convention, Dick Cheney getting us into a war with Russia—so it may not have received the coverage it deserved. So allow me to bring you up to date, gentle readers . . .
Seventeen-year-old Bristol Palin got her ass knocked up five or so months ago by 18-year-old Levi Johnston. Among the hobbies listed on Levi's since-yanked MySpace page—"fishing, shoot some shit, and just fuckin' chillin' "—was this revealing tidbit: "I don't want kids." But Bristol, says her mom, "made the decision on her own to keep the baby," and is now engaged to Levi "Shootin' Shit" Johnston.
As the adoptive parent of a child born to a pair of unwed teenagers, I'm certainly not in favor of abortion in all circumstances. But I believe that it's a choice teenagers should be able to make for themselves—with input from their families whenever possible—and, so it seems, does the GOP's VP nominee. Sarah Palin is pleased that her daughter "made the decision"—on her own—to keep the baby.
But Sarah Palin doesn't believe that other girls should be able to make their own decisions. Sarah Palin believes that abortion should be illegal in almost every instance—including rape and incest. So Bristol Palin is being celebrated for making a choice that Sarah Palin would like to take away from all other American women. Apparently, today's GOP believes that choice is a special right reserved for the wayward daughters of Republican-elected officials.
Oh, and Sarah Palin also believes that birth control shouldn't be made available to teenagers, she opposes medically accurate sex education, and she backs abstinence-until-marriage sex "education."
Sigh.
The GOP has poured hundreds of millions of dollars into abstinence "education" programs during the Bush years. I believe this enormous investment of public funds begs the obvious question: Are our children abstaining? Sarah Palin's isn't. Despite this massive outlay on the part of the American taxpayer and the example set by her Christian parents, Bristol Palin became sexually active while still in high school. Excuse me, but if abstinence education can't keep the daughter of the evangelical governor of Alaska off the cock, what hope is there for the daughters—and some of the sons—of average Americans?
I'm a cad for even writing this, of course, because shortly before Bristol and Levi were paraded before cheering throngs at the Republican National Convention, the Palins asked the media to respect their daughter's privacy.
Another special right: When it comes to respecting your family's privacy, Palin and the GOP see no need. They want to micro-manage the most intimate aspects of your private life. And if their own kids fail to live up to the standards that Palin and the GOP seek to impose on your family, well, that's a private matter between the Palins, their daughter, their God, and the thousands of screaming imbeciles in elephant hats waving McCain/Palin signs on the floor of the Republican National Convention.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Bombadiers Have Feelings Too
New flick by Front Page Films: Pilot to Bombadier. Starring Oren Brimer and Matt McCarthy. Written/Directed by Oren Brimer. Enjoy!
Weird Wedding Photos Part MVLCMMVMVM
Awkwardly standing with you in this ill-fitting rented tuxedo on this linoleum floor, in front of this unlit fireplace, in this depressing vacant room as we recite our weddng vows, I have never loved you more.Amazing
The Brooklyn Bridge Promenade and Manhattan Terminal in 1907 amid a forest of billboards facing the trains. The domed structure is the New York World building. Detroit Publishing Company glass negative. Monday, September 08, 2008
Any Plans for 9/11?
Me? I'm gonna do what I did last year.
What's that, you ask? Well, as a New Yorker, obviously, I have plans. Those plans: Honoring the General Slocum Disaster. Duh. Fine. Sure, I don't have a Made-in-China ribbon magnet on the back of my car--or a car for that matter because I'm so broke I can't afford a bicycle--to commemorate it, but I was born an American, and I adhere by the American mantra that we Never Forget the General Slocum, and I won't, goddamn it. Look, I'd honor 9/11 on Columbus Day, but I'm plum booked up that weekend. I'm all about Italians thinking they discovered America, then flying to Vermont to see the Fall foliage. The colors are supposed to be wonderful this year factoring in all the rain and whatnot, so happy 9/11 if I don't see you. My love to you and yours. It's my hope you get extra chocolate whatevers in your 9/11 basket for being good boys and girls.
*If you don't have plans for 9/11 don't fret: in a 100 years, folks won't know what you're talking about, let alone care. In America we burn books! Not flags, yo! Reading is gay! Remember the General Slocum. Remember?
What's that, you ask? Well, as a New Yorker, obviously, I have plans. Those plans: Honoring the General Slocum Disaster. Duh. Fine. Sure, I don't have a Made-in-China ribbon magnet on the back of my car--or a car for that matter because I'm so broke I can't afford a bicycle--to commemorate it, but I was born an American, and I adhere by the American mantra that we Never Forget the General Slocum, and I won't, goddamn it. Look, I'd honor 9/11 on Columbus Day, but I'm plum booked up that weekend. I'm all about Italians thinking they discovered America, then flying to Vermont to see the Fall foliage. The colors are supposed to be wonderful this year factoring in all the rain and whatnot, so happy 9/11 if I don't see you. My love to you and yours. It's my hope you get extra chocolate whatevers in your 9/11 basket for being good boys and girls.
*If you don't have plans for 9/11 don't fret: in a 100 years, folks won't know what you're talking about, let alone care. In America we burn books! Not flags, yo! Reading is gay! Remember the General Slocum. Remember?
Seriously, Get the Funk Out My Face Piece, Yo
Get the Funk Outta My Face, The Brothers Johnson, 1978
Go, Bills, Go!
Ironically, former Buffalo Bill O.J. Simpson goes on trial in Las Vegas this morning for trying to get "his" Buffalo Bill shit back via "alleged" armed robbery and kidnapping.
Doodle's Photography to be Exhibited in London!
I just got word that a cat cam community in London wants to exhibit feline photos from around the globe and create a 2009 cat cam calendar to raise money for an organization called Pets as Therapy which trains pets to provide comfort to people who are unwell in hospitals or lonely in care homes. The exhibition will take place at a local community cafe on October 15. Details to follow for those of you across the pond who can attend. With hope, Doodle's work will be well represented. Yay! Ello, Gov'nah Doodle!
I'm Almost 100% Sure What I Ordered at Starbucks This Morning Isn't What I Drank
I'll be honest: the only reason I was there in the first place is because I found an old Starbucks gift card in the basket of shit on my desk. Please, do I look like someone who can afford Starbucks? Get the hell out of here, of course I don't. So I get in line, and I get nervous as I approach the register. I hear a bunch of broads in front of me asking for "grande" this and "grande" that and grande-ing their asses off. I order a combination of what the broads in front of me and the broads behind me are blabbing about: "I'll have an iced vanilla soy grande latte, please," I say. What I got was not iced, may have been vanilla, definitely wasn't soy. Whether or not it was a grande, I'll never know. The barista handed it to me, and I took it. End of story. See you until my gift card runs out, Starbucks!
Say Goodbye to Summer and Hello to Fall
Goodbye:
Poolside at a Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge in Austin, Texas, 1967. 35mm Kodachrome transparency by Hugh Mason Ayer. www.shorpy.com.Hello:
1924. "Fletcher, guard, George Washington University." National Photo Company Collection glass negative, Library of Congress. www.shorpy.com
Sarah Palin: Good Ol' American Book Burner?
Did Sarah Palin wanted to ban the following books--even books by Mortified's patron saint of teen angst Judy Blume-- from her Alaskan liberry? Here's an email forwarded to me via Mortified LA:
From: Judith
Sent: Sep 7, 2008 11:30 AM
To: ARLIS-L@xxx.xxxEDU
Subject: [ARLIS-L] Books censored by Sarah Palin
The following is a list of books that Sarah Palin tried to get banned when she was mayor of Wasilla.
This information is taken from the official minutes of the Wasilla Library Board.
When the librarian refused to ban the books, Palin tried to get her fired.
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Blubber by Judy Blume
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Canterbury Tales by Chaucer
Carrie by Stephen King
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Christine by Stephen King
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Cujo by Stephen King
Curses, Hexes, and Spells by Daniel Cohen
Daddy's Roommate by Michael Willhoite
Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Peck
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Decameron by Boccaccio
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
Fallen Angels by Walter Myers
Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure) by John Cleland
Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Forever by Judy Blume
Grendel by John Champlin Gardner
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
Have to Go by Robert Munsch
Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Impressions edited by Jack Booth
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
It's Okay if You Don't Love Me by Norma Klein
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Little Red Riding Hood by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Love is One of the Choices by Norma Klein
Lysistrata by Aristophanes
More Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
My Brother Sam Is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
My House by Nikki Giovanni
My Friend Flicka by Mary O'Hara
Night Chills by Dean Koontz
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
One Day in The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women's Health Collective
Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy
Revolting Rhymes by Roald Dahl
Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones by Alvin Schwartz
Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
Separate Peace by John Knowles
Silas Marner by George Eliot
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
The Bastard by John Jakes
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
The Devil's Alternative by Frederick Forsyth
The Figure in the Shadows by John Bellairs
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Snyder
The Learning Tree by Gordon Parks
The Living Bible by William C. Bower
The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
The New Teenage Body Book by Kathy McCoy and Charles Wibbelsman
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
The Seduction of Peter S. by Lawrence Sanders
The Shining by Stephen King
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The Witches of Worm by Zilpha Snyder
Then Again, Maybe I Won't by Judy Blume
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary by the Merriam-Webster Editorial Staff
Witches, Pumpkins, and Grinning Ghosts: The Story of the Halloween Symbols by Edna Barth
From: Judith
Sent: Sep 7, 2008 11:30 AM
To: ARLIS-L@xxx.xxxEDU
Subject: [ARLIS-L] Books censored by Sarah Palin
The following is a list of books that Sarah Palin tried to get banned when she was mayor of Wasilla.
This information is taken from the official minutes of the Wasilla Library Board.
When the librarian refused to ban the books, Palin tried to get her fired.
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Blubber by Judy Blume
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Canterbury Tales by Chaucer
Carrie by Stephen King
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Christine by Stephen King
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Cujo by Stephen King
Curses, Hexes, and Spells by Daniel Cohen
Daddy's Roommate by Michael Willhoite
Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Peck
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Decameron by Boccaccio
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
Fallen Angels by Walter Myers
Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure) by John Cleland
Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Forever by Judy Blume
Grendel by John Champlin Gardner
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
Have to Go by Robert Munsch
Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Impressions edited by Jack Booth
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
It's Okay if You Don't Love Me by Norma Klein
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Little Red Riding Hood by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Love is One of the Choices by Norma Klein
Lysistrata by Aristophanes
More Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
My Brother Sam Is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
My House by Nikki Giovanni
My Friend Flicka by Mary O'Hara
Night Chills by Dean Koontz
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
One Day in The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women's Health Collective
Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy
Revolting Rhymes by Roald Dahl
Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones by Alvin Schwartz
Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
Separate Peace by John Knowles
Silas Marner by George Eliot
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
The Bastard by John Jakes
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
The Devil's Alternative by Frederick Forsyth
The Figure in the Shadows by John Bellairs
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Snyder
The Learning Tree by Gordon Parks
The Living Bible by William C. Bower
The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
The New Teenage Body Book by Kathy McCoy and Charles Wibbelsman
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
The Seduction of Peter S. by Lawrence Sanders
The Shining by Stephen King
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The Witches of Worm by Zilpha Snyder
Then Again, Maybe I Won't by Judy Blume
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary by the Merriam-Webster Editorial Staff
Witches, Pumpkins, and Grinning Ghosts: The Story of the Halloween Symbols by Edna Barth
Friday, September 05, 2008
The McPalin Ticket Induces Vomiting
Carolyn's friend Masi was so inspired by McCain's VP choice that she had to get it all out on her new blog Impolitic Chick before it consumed her, like a nasty case of ebola heartburn might consume someone if it was an actual thing that existed and not a fake disease that I just made up. Not that this election is consuming me like a nasty case of ebola heartburn or anything*
*i'm actually flipping the fuck out but trying to keep it together for the kids**
** you are the kids
*i'm actually flipping the fuck out but trying to keep it together for the kids**
** you are the kids
Damp Wash Ruf-Dry
"Palace Laundry."
The Elite Laundry in Washington circa 1924. National Photo Company Collection glass negative, Library of Congress.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Doodle's Vermont Photography Project: Update
Here in the bathroom, Doodle longingly dreams of Vermont while admiring her photograph, "Shed." This and the rest of her collection of pictures taken on her Vermont vacation will be shown in an art opening at a NYC gallery (details TBD). In the meantime, stay tuned for more snaps from her trip.
Boston, Massachusetts, circa 1900. "Old Corner Bookstore, first brick building in Boston." Detroit Publishing Company 8x10 glass negative. from shorpy.com. Click here to read the interesting comments on the folks in this building and on the streetcorner. Reads like a Richard Scarry book.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I Realize I May Alientate a Tiny Portion of My Loyal Fan Base with the Following Acquired Taste
It goes down just nice and smoothly. Just like gin!
Bert and Ernie go Nuts with the Freakin' Center of the Earth Drum Solo, Sesame Street Remix
Dustin Pedroia: You Hated Him in High School
And now you hate him more than ever. Especially you, Bal'more O fans: 11th loss in a row? You so hate Pedroia. People hate Dustin Pedroia more than
Anna Wintour is obsessed with Federer*.
GO BOSOX!
*overheard at the U.S. Open last week. Post forthcoming
Anna Wintour is obsessed with Federer*.
GO BOSOX!
*overheard at the U.S. Open last week. Post forthcoming
Alaska Governor Sarah Palin's Vlog
Check out the rest of Gov'nah Sarah Palin's sweet, sweet vlogs here, yo. And while you're doing that, she'll be hunting stuff down to shoot. "Guns are so great, you guys! It's fun to shoot stuff with them!" - Republican VP Candidate and Alaska Governor Sarah Palin
BySara Benincasa and Dina Saez .
It Was the Worst Blow Dryer Ever, She Said
A conversation between two broads overheard by this broad.
Sometimes You Think You're Taking Your Last Train Ride
I just made the 6 train just as the doors closed. And I not only made the train, but managed to find an empty seat in an air-conditioned car on a hot day. A seat, I might add, unfortunately situated across from the two broads in the picture I've sketched for you above*. Both were wearing head-to-toe black and entirely covered, save for the eyeballs on the one on the left which were revealed because she wasn't wearing sunglasses like her buddy on the right. And each time the train stopped and more passengers got on, their eyeballs would bug out of their heads at the sight of this ominous pair with a double or triple take. Every once in awhile the two would lean into each others' ears and whisper something. The one on the left was also rifling through her purse quite a bit. Do you think I was scared? You bet your ass I was. So I stared. And I stared. And I continued to stare at them as I wondered to myself, Is this my last train ride? I think this is my last train ride. Holy crap! This is my last fucking train ride! I can't believe I'm going out like this. I guess it could be considered more heroic somehow and less embarrassing than dying on the back of an overloaded 4-wheelie, which is how I thought I was going to go ten years ago...When the train stops at 23rd, should I move to the next car? Should I? Or should I get off the train altogether? But then I'll be late for work. Isn't the next car going to be just as pervious? I'm probably okay just where I'm sitting, directly across from the purse bombs. Is this going to hurt? Good grief, I hope not. Nails in the face? That's gotta hurt. My head'll be blown straight to bits, right? That can't hurt. But that's gotta hurt, right? Better than being in the car next door, where I could watch my own arm get an arm blown off and die of shock, probably, right? Ah, well. . . When suddenly, I arrived at my stop with nary a tick tick tick or a kaboom. Guess I managed to live for another train ride. As I got off, I glanced back quickly at the hobgoblins: Hope you ladies enjoy the rest of the day--which does not happen to be Halloween--scaring the living crap out of everyone you meet. I'm going to work now.*photo not available because i didn't want them to blow my ass up when i reached for my camera
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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