JACK DOES HIS THING

January 31, 2011

Jack Frost was up all night painting. I don’t know where he finds the patience.

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EXPERIMENTAL GARDEN

January 30, 2011

This is the experimental section of Sadlar’s Garden. Sadlar? He’s a gentle gardening monster and appears as a supporting character in more than a few of my children’s fantasies.

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A SENTENCE BY H. RIDER HAGGARD

January 29, 2011

Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of Nowhere; for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. That about sums it up, wouldn’t you agree? H., . to his friends, wrote one of my all time favorites, SHE. (who […]

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CARTOON FRIDAY 87

January 28, 2011

“This is it? I was hoping for something a trifle more ostentatious.”

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GRETA GARBO KWIZ ANSWER

January 27, 2011

It was a bit of a trick question because Greta, of course, wanted to do all of those things. She did, in fact, accomplish four of the five. So the answer is the one thing she wanted to do and never did. Which was? She never captained a tugboat, although she was a deck hand […]

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GRETA GARBO KWIZ

January 26, 2011

Greta Garbo didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to: a. play second base for the St. Louis Browns. b. become the world’s best yodeler. c. captain a tug boat. d. live in the hollowed out trunk of a tree. f. swim with otters.

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KUBRICK’S RUBE

January 25, 2011

Joe Turkel as firing squad victim in PATHS OF GLORY.

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AN EDWARD LEAR STYLE LIMERICK

January 24, 2011

There was a Young Man of Woonsocket Who kept a live owl in his pocket Whenever it sneezed, he fell to his knees That tipsy Young Man of Woonsocket

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4 MILD LOON CURSES

January 23, 2011

1. May your comb be eaten by a burro. 2. May your favorite shoes be filled with nectar. 3. May you grow an extra set of ears and then go deaf. 4. May you fall down and break your nicest shirt.

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A SENTENCE BY JOSEPH CONRAD

January 22, 2011

In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. Way to put us native speakers to shame, Joe.

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