When I was writing an essay a while back, I came across this web site put out by Peter Bueschen that argued that Winslow Homer put hidden images in his paintings. Now I dismissed that idea out of hand at the time, but I just can’t get that idea out of my head.
On the Click Here to continue reading.
That’s the title of an article that ran recently (Tuesday, April 26, 2007, Personal Journal) in the Wall Street Journal. I’ve talked about this subject before; this article, written by Christina Binkley, basically said the same thing I did, in it’s own words.
We Americans have bitten off yet another tasty French concept, and chewed it Click Here to continue reading.
This week’s rant of the week has inspired me to choose T.S Eliot’s poem Buirnt Norton as poem of the week.
For this week’s poem we have selected Andrews’s poem Approaching a Cemetery. It fits our mood this week.
What’s this a picture of? My feet. In my socks.
I knit those socks out of yarn my great-grandmother gave me, and it’s 100% wool. It’s also an almost pepto-bismol pink, but it was free, and I didn’t want to use something expensive for my first pair of socks. And my first knitting project, unless Click Here to continue reading.
This post is a response to a comment on the Ethereal Voice. But since some of you do not follow The Ethereal Voice, I am going to have to give some background.
As one of its weired quirks, The Ethereal Voice selects an essay that can be found on the web to highlight each week. This Click Here to continue reading.
For some reason, his first flight brought forth a sermon from the Chicken Man. We were hoping for a tale of disaster and woe. But we will excuse him for we know that he was disappointed when he did not get to see any real mountains.
The Washington Post did an experiment. If they got the man who is thought by some to be the world’s best violinist to play as street musician for an hour, how many people would stop and listen?
For this week’s essay we have selected the article that detailed the results of that experiment.
It made me think of how many interesting, talented, and knowledgeable people are ignored in this world because they are not labeled by the authorities as being worthy of note.
Are you a people-watcher? You know, go sit in a public place and just watch people go by, and maybe make up stories of who they are and where they’re going? Or if you sew or are interested in fashion and the like, you look at what they’re wearing, and wonder where they got it, Click Here to continue reading.
I think of atomic explosions as art. Few things capture the sprit of the modern age as well as setting off the bomb.
In the resulting explosions I see all the power and knowledge and beauty of the modern age combined with all horror and nihilistic furry that have accompanied it. An exploding atomic bomb Click Here to continue reading.