Wednesday, February 29, 2012
We arrived just before 11:00 am - myself, my friend from church, Gene Earl, and my fellow NY ex-pat, Eddie Foley. When the doors opened, I was amazed that we were able to secure seats up front, Eddie and I with an intetion to photograph the event.
Beforehand, I met Kelly Jo Bates. She and her family are friends with the Duggars, and the Bates have 18 children. I went up to thank her for being a good role model of Christian motherhood, and to give my regards to Michelle Duggar. I have no issue with people having as many children as they want, when they are raising them without assistance.
Rick was NOT some "brinstone and hell fire" preahcer, telling us the Devil is a-foot in the United States. Instead, he was a rational speaker, advocating the return to "bottom up" growth in America, meaning limited government.
He also talked about a moral composition of America - we became great when we did not ask what we wanted to do . . . but what we ought to do. Like it or not, you have a moral responsibility to work to make this country great . . . again.
I got to meet him and said to him, "Thanks, Rick, for defending Mother Church." He looked at me and said, "Everyday!"
Santorum in 2012!
Go here and throw some bucks her way. It's Lent - at least $5 for that latte you gave up. A lot of people are camping involuntarily on the streets, ya know?
I knwo Sharon and I know Jade. They're good folk. Help them to help others.
Okay, most of my classmates were IN LOVE with Davy Jones, who died today at the age of 66. I confess . . . my heartthrob was Mickey Dolenz. But, Davy brought British panache and verve to the group. I love them all.
A lot of people will be putting up You Tube tributes to "Daydream Believer." A very sweet song, to be sure, and featured Davy as lead. I prefer to remember him - and the others, and I want to say I share their grief at the loss of Davy - with this, which blew my mind as a kid.
And even as a kid, I realized there was something pathological going on here:
See the story in the picture below. I also got Nick's buddy, JJ, to pose as well. He was a little hesitant - "I'm a little big, ma'am" - but I assured him he'd come out okay. And yes, he did like this shot.
I hope these two young men enjoy their pictures.
Taken February 28, 2012 in Knoxville, Tennessee.
This evening, my photography class went down to Volunteer Landing on the Tennessee River to shoot some models in night shots.
The problem was, not many models showed up and it was getting too crazy for me. So I wandered down the river a bit and fell into conversation with young Nick Johnson. He was just hanging out with his buddy and told me he was interested in photography. I asked him if he would model for me - why not? - and he agreed. He was pretty jazzed about this picture - and yeah, I got his email and sent him a copy.
I am so shy about talking to strangers . . .
Taken February 28, 2012 in Knoxville, Tennessee.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Fwd: Live Chicks In Tractor Supply Co. Stores Starting This Week
He wants to pick up a couple of chicks. And have chickens. You now, those little buck-buck-bucks that scratch around the yard.
Why do I already sense the dogs licking their chops?
But look - they can be INDOOR free-range chickens!
In addition to human models, we had some canine models on Sunday pose in the gardens at the University of Tennessee. I liked this guy - a wirehaired terrier just begs to be made a little more "edgy" to match their tenacity and energy.
Don't mess with him - he's a terrier!
Taken February 26, 2012 in Knoxville, Tennessee.
BTW, have you seen that photograph of an alleged credit card receipt where a wealthy banker left a 1% tip and wrote a note to the server to "get a real job?" It's a hoax. But I note that based upon the comments to this story on The Smoking Gun, some people simply do not want to believe it is a fake. Tipping is not common in Europe; therefore, Europeans must be greedy plutocrats . . .
Monday, February 27, 2012
Yesterday at UT Gardens, we had models that posed for us. This couple, Amanda and Justin, were so beautiful, especially Amanda who glowed in her pregnancy. Another model lent Justin this hat and perched on the running board of an old rusted truck, I kept thinking of a story in my head, where it's the 1930's, and they're on the run from - I don't know, the law? Their parents? - because they're an interracial couple. But love conquers all, doesn't it, and all they know is that they have one another and they're blissfully happy. So I had to take my original shot and process it like that to fit the story I had. I wish Justin wasn't wearing modern sneakers, but I added a little blur to bring the attention to their faces. Oh, yes, I can be a romantic!
BTW, I asked but Amanda did not yet know the sex of her baby. "Either way," I told her, "it's going to be a beautiful baby because its parents are!"
With a police officer wounded and the presidential palace breached, the Pakistani capital has launched a fresh offensive against a uniquely feared enemy in the Muslim country - the city's ever expanding population of wild boar.
"The pig was like a terrorist. We shot him down," said station chief Fayaz Tanooli. "I have told the guards if another pig gets in then they will be dismissed."
Hello, did you read your morning headlines? Of course, you know that Obama went out of his way to apologize for the inadvertent burning of some copies of the Koran by US military in Afghanistan. As did the ambassador. As did the military brass stationed there. Evidently, this book - the Koran - is, to quote our Vice President, "a big f**kin' deal," and its burning . . . did I mention it was done inadvertently? . . . requires such a massive effort at apology.
In retaliation, insurgents in Afghanistan killed two of our military. But do not expect any similar response. In fact, President Karzei has requested that the United States "bring the perpetrators of the act to justice and put them on trial and punish them."
There is a perverse mathematical equation here that goes like this: Mistakenly burning copies of the Koran = deaths of US miltary + punishment of those who burned the books. Actually, I read one account of a jihadist leader who said the only appropriate gesture for mistakenly burning the Koran would be the death of Obama, which could sound like a damn fine deal in my less sober moments . . . but as my blog is visited regularly by Homeland Security, I won't go there.
So what else? Well, while the mainstream media was busy making sure the world knew how apologetic our President is (at some point, I expect a "Best Of" anthology of such apologies, highlighted by Willie Nelson singing "You Were Always On My Mind" in the background), they ignored the story about Christians getting stoned by Muslims . . . in the heart of Jerusalem.
A mob of 50 Muslims reportedly attacked a group of Christian tourist's atop Jerusalem's Temple Mount, according to Israel Today Magazine. Israeli police intervened to protect the Christian group and three officers were wounded.
50?! Less than that show up for a pro-choice rally and the media covers that. Mind you, the article mentions that "many of the attackers were minors" - which could mean ten, leaving 40 adults throwing stones at a group of tourists such that they required police protection and officers were wounded.
But - those Jews! Chances are we will hear reports how they "rough housed" youths in arresting them, or that they unjustly apprehended some, since who could be sure who threw what?
In the meantime, tourists can no longer expect to visit a major tourist site in Jeruslaem in the middle of the day and expect safety. It's news in Mexico when tourists have their bus hijacked and are robbed at gunpoint in Puerto Vallarta, but Christian tourists . . . well, had they been harassed by ultra-Orthodox Jews for bearing too much flesh, now THAT's the news that's fit to print!
I give credit to the Grey Lady for saying it best: "The whole night looked like an AARP pep rally . . ."
That being said, I did see Octavia Spencer win Best Supporting Actress, which I thought was well-deserved.
We've got Los Angeles Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa marketing himself for his next job before he finishes this one; City Atty. Carmen Trutanich insisting he's not the liar he appears to be; auto painters at the DWP making $109,192 a year while the agency guns for a rate hike; and Los Angeles County Assessor John Noguez under investigation for an alleged scandal involving tax breaks for clients represented by his friend.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
My father, Francis Xavier "Frank" Martin. Born February 24, 1925, died March 16, 1995.
I am very, very fortunate. My husband's father was an abusive alcoholic, and I have heard absolute horror stoies of other people's fathers. Not my Dad - he was a great guy, a hard worker, and a good family man.
I am going to say that this picture was taken late 80's, early 90's - but probably in the 80's. For any Bronx-born folks out there, especially if you played on a local sports team, note his uniform - Bronx Umpires Alliance. My Dad, in addition to his day job, also worked as a local official, so he would have the money to put us three kids through Catholic schools, including high schools.
This picture was taken at the table that sat in our kitchen in our house on Perry Avenue. If it was daytime, from that window you would see Reservoir Oval Park.
Man, I miss you, Daddy. I loved the way you called me "Baby Girl" and "Stephanooch." I tell your stories to the kids, so they know about their Grandpa Frank. I was hoping one would have come out with your red hair.
Another slide that I took in 1981, scanned, and processed in black-and-white.
The quality of the shots is not good - heck, I had a Canon AE-1, cheap telephoto, and even cheaper seats. But it is fun to travel back in time, isn't it?
Sing it if you know it!
"I met a gin soaked bar-room queen in Memphis . . . "
Because I heard this come across the loudspeaker:
"Kim, customer service at the fish tanks in Pets; Kim, customer service at the fish tanks."
(Shut up, we all have our fears, and I'm doing pretty well if mine are fish. Plus realistic animatronic dinosaurs. But that's another story. Plus they probably wouldn't let me take photographs of the customers . . .)
True story: of my three male dogs, only my Schnauzer, Dante, is neutered. Yet he has been moping lately because his little girlfriend, Skittles, moved away. For the last couple of days he has gotten stuck in her yard when he jumps down to look for her - but cannot jump high enough to get out. I think he has accepted she is gone and moved on . . .
Moral of the story: it don't mean a thing / even if he ain't got that swing / males are still dogs . . .
More bad album art can be seen here.
Friday, February 24, 2012
I get a kick out of how you can take one panel out of the strip and it takes on a whole new nuance. Don't mes with Mary . . .remember what happened to Aldo Kelrast? You don't want to cross Mary, Nola!
(BTW, in true Mary Worth style, I suspect the name of the current person on Mary's radar, Nola Wolvenson, is an anagram for something. So far all I have come up with is Nola = NOLA = New Orleans = slut willing to show her boobies to get ahead in business . . .)
BTW, if you want to see this done with Peanuts, go here - this fellow has a site called 3nuts.
And thanks to the blog, Mary Worth and Me, for feeding my shared obsession with Mary . . . (and move your cursor over the panel on his blog to see the super-secret message!)
Listen, if God can speak through a burning bush, He might just be in your funny papers . . .
|To this day . . . we don't know what the heck he was holding in his hands when this picture was taken . . .|
My father, who died in 1995, would have been 87 today.
Dad, I know you are still watching out over me, and especially your two grandkids. Please continue to pray for our sakes. I know Mom is with you, and say hi to Uncle Mike, and Grandma and Grandpa, and Uncle Billy and Aunt Marie for me.
Also, keep two other people in your prayers who share this birthday with you - Jonathan Koretzky (geez, I bet you and his Dad never thought he'd be that big a guy, huh?) and my lovely friend, Imelda Castaneda, she of pure heart.
I love and miss you, Daddy. You were a wonderful father.