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ANTHROPOMORPHISM.

It’s a recognized literary device.

Rainbows, people. RAINBOWS.

Eat Around The World

Snap! Crackle! Pop! — their names in other markets

Denmark - Pif! Paf! Puf!

Finland - Riks! Raks! Poks!

France - Cric! Crac! Croc!

Germany - Knisper! Knasper! Knusper!

Switzerland - Piff! Paff! Poff!

South Africa - Knap! Knaetter! Knak!

Quebec - Cric! Crac! Croc!

Mexico - Pim! Pum! Pam!

Little Susie Wakes Us Up!

Fascinated.

Am Fascinated By ... Support Garments of Ungulates

Wurleigh Bamms declaims The “St. Louis Woman” Songbook

Number Two: “Anyplace I Hang My Hat Is Home”

You may contact Wurleigh Bamms here.

What Do You Say ...when you can’t say “I’m sorry”?

Wurleigh Bamms declaims The “St. Louis Woman” Songbook

Number One: “Come Rain Or Come Shine”

You may contact Wurleigh Bamms here.

Acting Used To Be So Good

Elspeth Dudgeon.

Music Used To Be So Good

Oye! Oye!

Negra!

Oye Negra!

What does that mean, anyway? “Hey — you! Negra!” ?

On New Jersey Transit

Go-Go Girls, we know some of you have to spend a lot of time on commuting on NJ Transit. But girls, keep it down. The voice-over remonstrance you receive may not be as gentle as this one. Mr. Conductor speaks!

I am an uncle, too.

Music Used To Be So Good

Music Used To Be So Good

Nothing can soothe me like the squashed sonics of a studio orchestra coming through a monaural optical track.

Color scheme, people.

You can never go wrong with a three-color scheme. If the colors are well-chosen. Black and white plus ________ is a good way to go. Remember “spot color”? ORANGE. And, in that cellophane-like lamination found on LPs in the 1960s. Fannnnnn-tastic.

Here’s versatile dramatic cliffhanger admonishment.Try it yourself, substituting names of friends or family.

At the time, I called this “The Cabinet Dances”. Not because of an actual dancing cabinet. I think it was a nod to “The Chairman Dances” by John Adams. Don’t read too much into these things.

Untitled [White Compote] Luke Gwilliam (1911 - 1989).

Photographed in Summerfield Suites, Seattle, immediately before being wrapped and shipped to NYC, where it has remained, unopened, tucked between my bed and the wall, awaiting a proper wall on which to be hung. Commendable patience, I must say.

I dreamed I posted. Last night, I dreamt a post. A post of to take note of. A post of compassion, insight, and generosity of spirit. A post to be proud of. A post to share. A post to make the sun shine a little brighter, the rain fall a little softer, the garden smell a little sweeter. A refractive post, effortlessly separating the compacted wavelengths of day-to-day tedium into a luminous rainbow of joy and possibility. A post to fill you, to thrill you, to buy you a couple more days when it’s Friday night and you can’t get the prescription filled till Monday. A post to put on mugs and sell on Zazzle. A portable post, with an ergonomic handle. A post not afraid to just roll up its sleeves and get to work. A sophisticated post, so elegant when set off by a simple strand of pearls, yet equally effective with jeans, when you want the casual look. A post the whole family can gather around. A post parents tell children; an heirloom post, passed down from mothers to daughters and fathers to sons. A post each generation must discover anew. A post unencumbered by preconceptions, yet circumspect of licentiousness; whimsical and unconcerned, yet sober in assessment; A post salubrious, yet salacious; salient, yet solipsistic. A post to be kept on the nightstand next to the humidifier. A post soon to be available in convenient 8-oz. travel packs. A post perfectly balanced on the eternal high wire between the delightfully surprising and the reassuringly familiar. A post not merely referred to in the guidebook, but filling a whole page in the color section in the middle. The kind of post thought to be extinct; a post now upgraded to merely endangered. A taciturn — even critical — post, but respected for its terse, unflinching look into the harsh eyes of reality. A post for the ages.