Tuesday's Odds & Ends

Items like this make me want to take a wood-shopping class... then I remember my fear of circular saws. Ah, there goes the urge like a box of Krispy Kreme donuts in a room full of Airmen! Oh, lovely chair, you're still lovely. Too bad it's mad expensive... and sold out. On the bright side, the website has so many pretty, pretty things. With every post and site I cruise I am reminded of how clever and in search of beauty people are, how they continually carve it from whatever object grabs their clever fancy. It makes me kind of proud of "us".

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Idaho, but why???


This is a hotel. I kid you not. And it's for people. Again, I kid you not.

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Oh, History.com, what would we do without you?
On April 20, 1980 (hey, by this time, I'd been gestating in my mother's womb for about a month -- fun fact), the Castro regime announces that all Cubans wishing to emigrate to the U.S. are free to board boats at the port of Mariel west of Havana, launching the Mariel Boatlift. The first of 125,000 Cuban refugees from Mariel reached Florida the next day.

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Okay, If This Isn't Creepy and Disturbing

'The Tea Party'
artist: Ronit Baranga

Still. It has a disconcerting loveliness to it: the plaster skin, placid smiles and
vacant eyes, bending over cups of tea. It's interesting. Disturbing, but interesting.
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other artwork.

Oh My God! That Is The Most Terrible Song I've Ever Had The Misfortune Of Hearing!

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Walter Egan
"Magnet & Steel"


Seriously folks, it's pretty damn bad.

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So check it: speaking of crazy songs -- there's this song called MacArthur Park, awesome melody but the lyrics... It's about cake; it's supposed to be a metaphor but all I'm getting is cake so, metaphor-fail. Cake which is melting in a park with a little love mixed in. So yeah, I'm listening to it right now because I wanted to and well, I needed a little mind rinse after the Walter Egan's OMGWTF. And so as I listen it occurs to me that everyone, and I mean everyone from the songwriter to the producer on down, must have been seriously stoned during the making and recording of this song. A cake recipe... yeah, really stoned. Sh*t like this only makes sense when you're stoned.