How to Win at the Game of Jazz

Special spanks to Pid for alerting me to this - on this, his horse's ass day.



I saw Wynton Marsalis last year in concert with the Lincoln Center orchestra - one of my top 5 concerts of all time. He does not suck.

Update: Apparently, Canuckians aren't worthy to view Comedy Central streaming: try here instead. Spanks to Cap'n Noise for the link.

Flip Chart Art

Many peeps have alerted me to Demitri Martin's Flip Chart Art. Two of his bits shout out to Cheek peeps:

Sheena, does your own FUH2 survey data confirm Demitri's stats?

Coyote, this just screamed your name!

Watch the whole piece here:

Give me your cheeky. Your contrary. Your catalytic.

A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill.
-Robert A. Heinlein, science-fiction author (1907-1988)

(From today's A Word a Day by Anu Garg)

Funny. Some of my best peeps are troublemakers. The good kind. You know who you are.

Desperate Times, eh Cap'n Noise?

From Toothpaste For Dinner

Sheena, hope they don't come down the aisle with the tin cup on your overseas return!

Love Leaps

From Mark Tonra's James

Happy anniversary, CarolinaMom.

Positively Coyote

Wishing Coyote love today.

'tis the season for flip flops

From Tony Carrillo's F Minus

Well, Zeke, they ain't got nuttin' on Pid's beer bottle opener flip flops!

Spanks, Pid, for supplying the snap upon request!

Happy Horse's Ass Day, CountryMouse!

So you're starting your forty-second year. Methinks this will be your best, CountryMouse. Everyone knows that 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Will you share your sage wisdom?

Pid is counting down the days of his forty-second. Funny. He doesn't seem all that wise to me, 'ceptin' for the wiseass part.

Summer Serendipity, Vol. 1

Hawaii was grand. Exploiting the bidness trip for a few days' siesta did not suck, at all. And FloridaDad and SWEJudy's place was swell, beautimous as always. But being back at the daily grind, no matter the lovely latitude, still sucked. Praise Allah for the weekend.

After a great knosh in Melbourne (FL) with Coyote, she allowed as how I had to experience something. Witness, if you will. We made our mosey over Eau Gallie way and strolled around the galleries and antique stores to see the "illegal" art flourishing.

And man, I mean FLOURISHING.

This stuff lifted me out of my descending work funk and slammed me back in the now. To being present. To feeling a high from the energy that this stuff evoked. I'm so glad I didn't stumble on it solo, but had a guided tour from Coyote whose innate artist's eye pointed out the cleverness. The freehand artistry combined with use of stencil and cardboard mad skillz. Equations stenciled atop graffiti - had not ever thunk it.

One of the artists is Clifton Chandler. Shortly after Coyote took me to see it, she ran into the father of a few of the other folks who are working on the piece. There are no coincidences!

Sadly, this ends the great series of snaps captured by the camera so graciously lent by Buckwheat. Dood, how's about I buy it off ya to fund yer SLR purchase?

Capricorn Horrorscope

A tad late. Happy Horse's Ass Day to Michael Clem, Rogo, and TripleC. And my thoughts can't help but go to Hans and R.L., the latter with whom I share a horse's ass day.

A Country Holiday

Been busy hithering and thithering throughout the South. Remiss in posting these snaps from my country holiday in Yanceyville.

Cousin Lee set an elegant table. Only after dinner did he note that we looked at reindeer bums throughout the meal.

I really liked Lee's Santa, and Santa's blue ball.

CarolinaMom has guests in her back "yard".

The neighbor's barn at sunset.

How to Recognize a Bad Idea UPDATED

Between Boone's smoking jacket and Pid's Lucha Libre mask, Scott Meyers is spooking me out. If anyone has a Boone smoking jacket picture lying around, send and I'll post.

From Scott Meyers' Basic Instructions

Updated: Pid in *full* Nacho Libre - um, I mean - Lucha Libre attire.

A blogger (and soldier's) farewell

Found this on fark.com, and it blew me away.

A blogger's farewell after his death in Iraq. Read it. Please.

From Mark Tonra's James

I didn't know Andy Olmsted. Or Sheena's Baba. But I know that the lives they touched were forever changed by the love they gave.

Happy New Year, Greg

From Tony Carrillo's F Minus

Ha! Sorry the Bulls fared unwell.

You Are a Sun Person

C: And don't you effing forget it!

From Hugh MacLeod's gapingvoid.com

Christmas Back Home

Am spending the week at Carolina Mom's, as is bro Buckwheat. May not be "home" in terms of where I grew up, but it's indeed one of my homes. As home(s) is(are) where the heart is.

From Randall Munroe's xkcd.com

Buckwheat featured in Dilbert today!

Ineffingcredible. My brother Buckwheat's likeness is featured in today's Dilbert strip. Go on. Tell me it doesn't look like him. I dare ya.


(He's the forehead guy, if there's any doubt.)

A** Muppet

Are you feeling the love, whitenoise?

From Partially Clips

For EcoSpice

Toothpaste for Dinner

For Robina.

Insubordination, and The Cool Kids

For Sheena, who upon occasion has resembled this remark. You catalyst, you!

Toothpaste for Dinner

And for whitenoise:

Tony Carillo's F Minus