That is stunning. It may be time to change my screen saver on the computer (it has a huge screen) I use when I work at a particular client site. Currently, I use another of your photos from quite a while back, and I get comments on it all the time. But this photo leaves that one in the dust.
I always get weepy when I drink. I take it that sort of behavior would be appropriate here.
Oh for the love of Sonny Jesus that kind of behavior is never appropriate! Benjamin Frankin said beer is the reason God loves us and wants us to be happy! He didn't want you crying in your cups but singing praises to his wisdom for granting us the miracle of fermentation!!
Why are you weeping?? There is no weeping when drinking!!
I see my work is cut out for me here. I think an intervention is in order.
I'll start drinking more and hope the problem goes away on its own.
Now that's the spirit! Nothing better than a pint of bitter and a postitive attitude to brighten the day. And if a pint doesn't work, may I suggest a wee tumbler or two of Red Breast or Jameson to ward off any melancholy feelings that may dare to show their shadows.
O right! I see I have lifted one wandering soul from the evils of sobriety and must now take my leave for the moment as I hear the joyous sounds of revelry coming from the streets below. I sense there may be a fair maiden that is in need of my company so I bid you all farewell and adieu.
Speaking of pictures, I ended up snapping a bunch of pix at the supermarket last evening, because the aisles there were riddled with reduced-price tags, and I do mean riddled. I could stand at the end of the aisles and see those tags all the way to the end, they were that prominent. This was true in aisle after aisle: I shot six aisles straight in a row to document it. It was remarkable. I'd never seen anything like it in a grocery store of its type (not a Walmart or other big box discounter), and I was so curious that I took the time to inquire of people who worked there. It turns out it really was inspired by the economic crisis; they needed product to move (supermarkets run on tight profit margins) and also wanted to build loyalty.
Just, wow.
I haven't posted any of them yet because I just haven't had time and in any case haven't decided what to say, if anything. But it was really something.
I should clarify that I was told that some of those discounts--and we're talking pretty deep, in a lot of cases, not just 3% or 5% or even 10%)--were driven by the suppliers/makers of the product, not necessarily the chain or specific store location itself.
All I know is, I bought a couple of brand-name cereals at prices I don't recall seeing in, oh, something like 15 years, and maybe longer.
Another little thing I observed this past week, when I was traveling across country: The bartender at the hotel where we stayed said that customers were buying different drinks than they were before, and specifically were going with "lower" brands, and therefore the hotel was readjusting its inventory list. She said other bartender friends of hers were reporting the same phenomena.
If Barack Obama would apply for a job with the FBI or with the Secret Service, he would be disqualified because of his past association with William Ayers, a known terrorist.
If he is elected President he could not qualify to be his own body guard.
I don't think he'd be eligible for the Military, either.
Maxine: Love that link. And how fun is it that it was posted by someone with the moniker of "moderatepopulist"? I'm glad I clicked over, even though I didn't need to since we have that Dinah Washington in our collection.
For those who like kids-say-the-darndest-things anecdotes, click here. Be forewarned: It's I sharing one about something my kid just said, so don't click unless interested. (Just trying to be fair and honest, along with shameless and my-own-kid biased.)
***Sheesh. Actually got the link right this time. LOL again.***
blogging cockroach - if you're blogging tonight, I'm just thinking about you. I was just joined on my nightly dog walk by a possible friend or family member of yours. I noticed his little shadow on the sidewalk, just by my left foot and he scurried along with us for a few yards. He must have a nice place in the green house on my block, as he took a sudden right turn, toward that gate, and I managed to hop -- twice, quickly -- and he made it safely under my flip-flops. (Do you and yours perhaps have a little problem with depth perception?) Anyway, he was friendly, so I thought perhaps he was of your clan.
Anns pic reminds me of a stream in Whippoorwill NY, NYDEP hired us to rehabilitate.
The Idea is to slow the storm runoff (to prevent erosion) by crossing the stream with very large 'rock vanes' and 'log vanes'.
The rock vanes create pools that will hopefully attract wildlife. The wildlife adds to the flora (some biologists say fauna attracts flora) Creating something akin to Anns pic.
Unless you drink Gin. Gin makes you sin and makes you weep. I drink scotch. :-)
[...]
8:38 PM
Gin just makes you sin. It makes you sin in an oh-so-good, bone-rattling, brain-melting, bed-breaking, oh-my-g*d-I-just-broke-the-nighstand, neighborhood-waking kinda way.
A lot of our vendors are panicking right now. They want to get the goods off of their books and on to mine. Fear is a terrible thing in business. You can't let them see you sweat.
Tons of customers are coming by and asking "How are you doing, how's business." It is actually great. What I tell them is you should not have your money in CD'S or the market or T-bills. You should have it in fine woman’s clothing so you look really hot and go to the bar and look smoking and can snare a rich guy.
I sold five dresses that way.
Two were to very militant feminist hipster chicks.
I just got a call from a woman from whom I'd never've expected a call, and if I did get one, I'd've never've expected that it'd last more than 67 seconds (or something like that).
We had a 40-minute conversation. About making soup in bulk from whatever and nothing, and to meet various dietary restrictions and needs.*** With a whole bunch of other stuff mixed in (it was predominately she, an 82-year-old, not-a-relative, very conservative [but even more so into the traditional] woman, who mostly threw in the "whole bunch of other"; indeed, it was she who called me, a shock in and of itself.
Damn. Maybe hell really IS freezing over.)
And how 'bout (what the hell is) THAT"?
***I'm currently in charge of a project (volunteer, not paid, endeavor) which requires providing soup to many people, including those with an array of dietary restrictions, each and every week 'til Memorial Day.
Poe died young, of course, and regardless of the proximate cause, it's unlikely that it was unrelated to the dissolute.
He also married a 13-year-old cousin, at one point, which--while not out of keeping of the times--ought surely to distress conservatives of modern times who are tempted to quote him as an example of--what? Exactly?
I love Poe's painting-in-language, by the way, to be clear.
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong. The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope and change, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride. For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes The life still there, upon her hair, the death upon her eyes.
Eek! Apparently the person who posted the excerpt from Poe's "Lenore" decided against that, in retrospect--which is fine by me, given that I'm perfectly willing to second-guess, and then delete, comments myself. No prob.
I just want to point out that my just previous comment didn't come out of nowhere. It was, in fact, a response to an excerpt from "Lenore."
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Why not the Sasha or Malia Lounge? Where's the neutrality?
Ann, you are lounge hopping--a Madisonian lounge crawl. A regular lounge lizzete.
I never weep when I drink. I only weep when there isn't anything to drink.
That is stunning. It may be time to change my screen saver on the computer (it has a huge screen) I use when I work at a particular client site. Currently, I use another of your photos from quite a while back, and I get comments on it all the time. But this photo leaves that one in the dust.
I always get weepy when I drink. I take it that sort of behavior would be appropriate here.
This guitar can't keep from crying.
I always get weepy when I drink. I take it that sort of behavior would be appropriate here.
Oh for the love of Sonny Jesus that kind of behavior is never appropriate! Benjamin Frankin said beer is the reason God loves us and wants us to be happy! He didn't want you crying in your cups but singing praises to his wisdom for granting us the miracle of fermentation!!
Why are you weeping?? There is no weeping when drinking!!
I see my work is cut out for me here. I think an intervention is in order.
Maybe it's because I don't drink that often. I'll start drinking more and hope the problem goes away on its own.
What a remarkable photo. It really looks more like a canvas.
Althouse -
That is one of the most breathtaking photos you have done!
I was thinking Tiffany stained glass or Maxfield Parrish when I looked at it. And I looked at it for minutes.
So when will your one-woman Photo Art Show be ready? Next time you get a visiting law prof stint in an "important art city"? Madison too small?
"Change You Can Believe In"
I'll start drinking more and hope the problem goes away on its own.
Now that's the spirit! Nothing better than a pint of bitter and a postitive attitude to brighten the day. And if a pint doesn't work, may I suggest a wee tumbler or two of Red Breast or Jameson to ward off any melancholy feelings that may dare to show their shadows.
O right! I see I have lifted one wandering soul from the evils of sobriety and must now take my leave for the moment as I hear the joyous sounds of revelry coming from the streets below. I sense there may be a fair maiden that is in need of my company so I bid you all farewell and adieu.
Speaking of pictures, I ended up snapping a bunch of pix at the supermarket last evening, because the aisles there were riddled with reduced-price tags, and I do mean riddled. I could stand at the end of the aisles and see those tags all the way to the end, they were that prominent. This was true in aisle after aisle: I shot six aisles straight in a row to document it. It was remarkable. I'd never seen anything like it in a grocery store of its type (not a Walmart or other big box discounter), and I was so curious that I took the time to inquire of people who worked there. It turns out it really was inspired by the economic crisis; they needed product to move (supermarkets run on tight profit margins) and also wanted to build loyalty.
Just, wow.
I haven't posted any of them yet because I just haven't had time and in any case haven't decided what to say, if anything. But it was really something.
In all seriousness, am I crazy to see that as a sign of ... something? It really was marked, and remarkable.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NToGkDBio64&feature=related
________________
I should clarify that I was told that some of those discounts--and we're talking pretty deep, in a lot of cases, not just 3% or 5% or even 10%)--were driven by the suppliers/makers of the product, not necessarily the chain or specific store location itself.
All I know is, I bought a couple of brand-name cereals at prices I don't recall seeing in, oh, something like 15 years, and maybe longer.
What's up with that?
Another little thing I observed this past week, when I was traveling across country: The bartender at the hotel where we stayed said that customers were buying different drinks than they were before, and specifically were going with "lower" brands, and therefore the hotel was readjusting its inventory list. She said other bartender friends of hers were reporting the same phenomena.
If Barack Obama would apply for a job with the FBI or with the Secret Service, he would be disqualified because of his past association with William Ayers, a known terrorist.
If he is elected President he could not qualify to be his own body guard.
I don't think he'd be eligible for the Military, either.
Maxine: Love that link. And how fun is it that it was posted by someone with the moniker of "moderatepopulist"? I'm glad I clicked over, even though I didn't need to since we have that Dinah Washington in our collection.
If he is elected President he could not qualify to be his own body guard.
We gave people mortgages they could never afford to pay on a similar line of credit.
For those who like kids-say-the-darndest-things anecdotes, click here. Be forewarned: It's I sharing one about something my kid just said, so don't click unless interested. (Just trying to be fair and honest, along with shameless and my-own-kid biased.)
***Sheesh. Actually got the link right this time. LOL again.***
blogging cockroach - if you're blogging tonight, I'm just thinking about you. I was just joined on my nightly dog walk by a possible friend or family member of yours. I noticed his little shadow on the sidewalk, just by my left foot and he scurried along with us for a few yards. He must have a nice place in the green house on my block, as he took a sudden right turn, toward that gate, and I managed to hop -- twice, quickly -- and he made it safely under my flip-flops. (Do you and yours perhaps have a little problem with depth perception?) Anyway, he was friendly, so I thought perhaps he was of your clan.
Anns pic reminds me of a stream in Whippoorwill NY, NYDEP hired us to rehabilitate.
The Idea is to slow the storm runoff (to prevent erosion) by crossing the stream with very large 'rock vanes' and 'log vanes'.
The rock vanes create pools that will hopefully attract wildlife. The wildlife adds to the flora (some biologists say fauna attracts flora) Creating something akin to Anns pic.
Why are you weeping?? There is no weeping when drinking!!
Unless you drink Gin. Gin makes you sin and makes you weep. I drink scotch. :-)
Beautiful photo btw. Willows can bend with the wind and believe me we are in a huge windstorm right now.
Might as well try to catch the wind
God! My hippie days are coming home to roost and are actually comforting in a very weird wau/
Reader, sounds like it's time to stockpile cereal.
In the immortal words of the best baseball announcer ever ;) Vin Scully.
"We have the making of a dandy, pull up a chair.
http://tinyurl.com/3z7t93
Dust Bunny Queen said...
[...]
Unless you drink Gin. Gin makes you sin and makes you weep. I drink scotch. :-)
[...]
8:38 PM
Gin just makes you sin. It makes you sin in an oh-so-good, bone-rattling, brain-melting, bed-breaking, oh-my-g*d-I-just-broke-the-nighstand, neighborhood-waking kinda way.
But I'd take scotch as well, if there is no gin.
It's funny how the Internet shows you the game waiting for the commercials.
the good, the bad and the ugly.
A lot of our vendors are panicking right now. They want to get the goods off of their books and on to mine. Fear is a terrible thing in business. You can't let them see you sweat.
Tons of customers are coming by and asking "How are you doing, how's business." It is actually great. What I tell them is you should not have your money in CD'S or the market or T-bills. You should have it in fine woman’s clothing so you look really hot and go to the bar and look smoking and can snare a rich guy.
I sold five dresses that way.
Two were to very militant feminist hipster chicks.
Fear does strange things to people.
Trooper York said...
[...]
Fear does strange things to people.
9:12 PM
Like making them drop all pretension and pose. Right. Had it made them shower and shave their legs yet?
Re "Stop Your Sobbing"
I'm so glad you didn't link to the original.
Oh Ann, what a picture. Worth weeping over.
"Like making them drop all pretension and pose. Right. Had it made them shower and shave their legs yet?'
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair...
oh wait a minute, wrong lounge, sorry.
Trooper, you helped them try the dresses on. Didn't you?
Willow lounge?
Apropos of nothing:
\begin{funny accent}
We've got to save the baby!
\end{funny accent}
Trooper - Tell them in this market, they need to keep their money where they can see it - hanging in their closet!
Ann says 'pour and weep' and then she says 'stop all your sobbing'.
Who is meandering now ;)
"51 states? 12 senators*? Judge Judy in the SCOTUS??" This and more, at the link!
*Maybe they are the ones at that famous picture with the long-haired dude in the middle.
Holy ****
******
******************************
I just got a call from a woman from whom I'd never've expected a call, and if I did get one, I'd've never've expected that it'd last more than 67 seconds (or something like that).
We had a 40-minute conversation. About making soup in bulk from whatever and nothing, and to meet various dietary restrictions and needs.*** With a whole bunch of other stuff mixed in (it was predominately she, an 82-year-old, not-a-relative, very conservative [but even more so into the traditional] woman, who mostly threw in the "whole bunch of other"; indeed, it was she who called me, a shock in and of itself.
Damn. Maybe hell really IS freezing over.)
And how 'bout (what the hell is) THAT"?
***I'm currently in charge of a project (volunteer, not paid, endeavor) which requires providing soup to many people, including those with an array of dietary restrictions, each and every week 'til Memorial Day.
"Take Me to the River," says the Reverend Al.
"Going to plant a weeping willow. On the banks green edge it will grow, grow, grow."
Matsuzaka gets a man on first and third with nobody out and pitches his way out of it.
How are we going to Matsusak our way of this financial jam remains a mistery.
Am I alone in seeing a woman floating under the surface of the water, hair billowing to the viewer's right,
Maybe the watery bint will give us a frekaing sword to ...I don't know...save our sorry asses.
Life has become a Monty Python skit. /sigh
Life is a minestrone.
This trippy, chilled lounge-y piece was on the soundtrack to Life tonight - nice. :)
Poe died young, of course, and regardless of the proximate cause, it's unlikely that it was unrelated to the dissolute.
He also married a 13-year-old cousin, at one point, which--while not out of keeping of the times--ought surely to distress conservatives of modern times who are tempted to quote him as an example of--what? Exactly?
I love Poe's painting-in-language, by the way, to be clear.
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope and change, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair, the death upon her eyes.
Eek! Apparently the person who posted the excerpt from Poe's "Lenore" decided against that, in retrospect--which is fine by me, given that I'm perfectly willing to second-guess, and then delete, comments myself. No prob.
I just want to point out that my just previous comment didn't come out of nowhere. It was, in fact, a response to an excerpt from "Lenore."
OK, now I see it's back again.
We seem to be having an unusual amount of lounge time this week. Is there a change in the Althouse routine that is being kept from us?
Is it blog fatigue? Or does Althouse love another more than she loves us?
He also married a 13-year-old cousin.
If the Clinton saga thought ME anything it thought me to "mind my own busisness".
Something the financials got confused with a liberal socioeconomic mandate.
Michael: I assume you've been reading blogs for years. No?
It's part of the transition to the next level, the level to which the Althouse blog is moving, and it's a necessary part for moving to that level.
Think about it.
Matsuzaka once again burns the candle at both ends... and gets way with it to my sheer delight.
Papelbon is on the verge..
Baseball allows a steal.. within confined parameters.
The pitcher - for example - cannot deceive the runner who is oviusly interested in stealing the base.
We play with money within baseball like rules.
In this case the umpires forgot what a balk was.
People were stealing to the point of "defensive indifference".
That is, we are so far ahead we dont mind the steal.
I used to have such a thing for Chrissy Hind and then she went and married that buffoon from Simple Minds. Damn her to HELL!!!
Don't you forget about me—Ray Davies.
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