Tonight. And every Friday and Saturday night from now until October 13. One Sunday, too. Now, I’d love to stay and blog, but I’ve got a show to do …
And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and …
An artist needs a niche. You can’t get much more niche than illustrations of 19th century monks getting drunk. And so, let us celebrate today the singular art of Eduard von Grutzner (1846-1925). His art is featured this week at the Hollywood Animation Archive blog. His work reminds me of Hogarth, only a century later …
Fall is here. Summer may snap back in a week, but for now, humor me and let me believe that fall is here. Some of my fondest memories of falls long past center around Saturday mornings and afternoons spent in downtown Chattanooga. When I was in high school, a term paper assignment was a license …
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100 comments in just over two years. On one post. Wow. Somewhere around the 50th comment, I started to wonder if I needed to do something. Once the count reached 75, I stopped wondering. And so, I made myself a light promise. If the comment count on that single post ever hit the century-mark, I …
Last night, I talked to my cousin for the better part of an hour. Via phone, she went along with me to the drugstore to pick up a prescription. Then I/we went home where I paced about the kitchen, doing dishes quietly with my free hand. They’d piled up a bit in the sink. These …
“… it didn’t get there by itself.” From the upcoming Annie Lennox album, Songs of Mass Destruction. (Now that’s an album title.)