I just wanted to make a piece of work that would cheer people up a bit. I've had enough of the doom and gloom in the air and I wanted to show something completely positive floating up to the sky. This was the most straight forward way I could think of to literally contribute something happy to the atmosphere. I'm hoping it might put a smile on a few people's faces as they go through their day. I'm also keen to help people remember that the success of British cultural industries is relatively new, the Tate itself wasn't there a decade ago. I believe these cultural industries have been hugely important in the re-juvination of parts of the city, and a very wholesome and important contributor to the economy. I know at times like this it's easy to make creativity a low priority but I want to show that on a very human level an artistic idea might be able to do something important even for a fleeting moment.
Stuart Semple: HappyCloud. Soap + helium smiley faces released over London last Wednesday.
Stills:
Seen at today and tomorrow.
2.28.2009
something completely positive
2.27.2009
2.26.2009
stamped
Karl Nawrot's stamp box.
His work is endlessly inspiring, but lately I have been thinking about this the most.
Seen here, here and here.
feathered
I covet Paul Burnett' leather feather jewelry. He creates a master feather that is used to create a plate. Reproductions are made on a hydraulic press. After stamping, each piece is cut and worked by hand - the edges are thinned, then fluffs and splits are cut in with x-acto knives - before being painted, sometimes with light interference colors that mimic the iridescence of real feathers.
I would like several of these to wear in my hair.
A detail of his raven feathers:
Available here. More varieties (and better detail if you click) here.
Originally spotted at Hey Susy.
stitched
Kwilti by Julie Floersch - found denim turned into quilted jewelry. I want to touch these.
Found at 2 or 3 things.
quilled
Earrings made from dyed porcupine quills wrapped on rawhide from Singing Horse.
The color + the patterning knocks me out.
(After I clean out their earring supply, I need to order one of these ... compared to this, it's a steal.)
2.25.2009
for little feet that like to kick
Hand-beaded deer leather moccasins from Singing Horse, the online marketplace for the Pine Ridge Reservation Oglala Lakota Nation.
the place of the games
Enzo Mari's Il Posto Dei Giochi (the place of the games): corrugated pressboard sheet with ten panels of different decorations, perforations and shapes to inspire imaginative play. Originally designed in 1967. I like the cut out edges that can double as little doorways and windows.
Available here.
bird + duck
Hand-crafted toys by Bholu. Jodie Fried designs the goods, which are made using traditional techniques by Indian artisans. It's a fair trade + climate neutral company that plugs proceeds back into the workers' communities.
I love their wonky feet. Spotted at Coolhunting.
Sidenote: It seems like everyone Sean and I know is having babies, so kid-friendly stuff is on the radar today. We've been spending a lot of time searching for cool presents to send ...
2.24.2009
a chicken with it's head cut off (a love song)
This song is a perfect thing. Although even chickens with their heads still on are pretty crazy runners. Here's why they chase them.
Happy Mardi Gras.
(Thanks, Courtney!)
poultry drama
Worth reading, if only for the fantastic scene and culminating teenaged rant about a 4-H chicken that ends up cooked for dinner.
capturing rage
This project by Roel Wouters has been revolving in my mind ever since I first saw it three months ago on It's Nice That. It is brutal, surreal, mesmerizing, and strangely beautiful. Two roosters are covered in color and fight, printing their movements on a sheet of paper - the prints were used as posters and album artwork, and edited clips of the fight were used as the music video.
Wouters' brief statement says 'the project is about two artists who have created the conditions to capture rage in a systematic way'. It was executed extremely carefully - many roosters were used, and the environment was strictly controlled - but it is visceral and disturbing, nonetheless. Then again, these roosters were probably treated like princes compared to the countless ones that end up on the plastic trays in the grocery store.
This is the video:
How it was made:
© Roel Wouters & Goeroemedia 2008
strange birds
Photos of Vali Myers seen at the ever-inspiring The Ugly Earring.
Top photo by Marco Bakker, bottom by Carol Beckwith.
her dainty feathered hen
Beautifully Janet slept
Till it was deeply morning. She woke then
And thought about her dainty-feathered hen,
To see how it had kept.
One kiss she gave her mother,
Only a small one gave she to her daddy
Who would have kissed each curl of his shining baby;
No kiss at all for her brother.
“Old Chucky, Old Chucky!” she cried,
Running on little pink feet upon the grass
To Chucky’s house, and listening. But alas,
Her Chucky had died.
It was a transmogrifying bee
Came droning down on Chucky’s old bald head
And sat and put the poison. It scarcely bled,
But how exceedingly
And purply did the knot
Swell with the venom and communicate
Its rigour! Now the poor comb stood up straight
But Chucky did not.
So there was Janet
Kneeling on the wet grass, crying her brown hen
(Translated far beyond the daughters of men)
To rise and walk upon it.
And weeping fast as she had breath
Janet implored us, “Wake her from her sleep!”
And would not be instructed in how deep
Was the forgetful kingdom of death.
John Crowe Ransom
Photo: Steve the Chicken by Kevin German, seen long ago at Swissmiss.
As soon as I saw this photo, I thought of this poem. I love it.
off and running
2.23.2009
signs
So it happened that I reached the point of my sign, and I found five, all there. And I wasn't able to recognize my own. It's this one, no, that; no, no, that one seems too modern, but it could also be the most ancient; I don't recognize my hand in that one, I would never have wanted to make it like that . . . And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those signs old and new and I still hadn't found mine.
I'm not exaggerating when I say that the galactic years that followed were the worst I had ever lived through. I went on looking, and signs kept growing thicker in space; from all the worlds anybody who had an opportunity invariably left his mark in space somehow ...
...
Every now and then I'd start: that's the one! And for a second I was sure I had rediscovered my sign, on the Earth or in space, it made no difference, because through the signs a continuity had been established with no precise boundaries any more.
In the universe now there was no longer a container and a thing contained, but only a general thickness of signs superimposed and coagulated, occupying the whole volume of space; it was constantly being dotted, minutely, a network of lines and scratches and reliefs and engravings; the universe was scrawled over on all sides, along all its dimensions. There was no longer any way to establish a point of reference: the galaxy went on turning but I could no longer count the revolutions, any point could be the point of departure, any sign heaped up with the others could be mine, but discovering it would have served no purpose, because it was clear that, independent of signs, space didn't exist and perhaps never had existed.
Italo Calvino, A Sign in Space
(trans. William Weaver)
Image: Ffffound.
sometimes, it is necessary to broaden one's appetite
Work by Nikolay Saveliev for the 2007 RISD yearbook.
It's pretty much the coolest yearbook I have ever seen.
points under consideration
Maybe I will take up painting roosters.
Tips for Artists Who Want to Sell
1996-1968
Broad Art Foundation
© John Baldessari
Via Noah Kalina.
2.22.2009
sunday tune: robin pecknold - the universe & you
The Universe & You from Grandchildren on Vimeo.
The Pecknold family is one talented crew. Music by Robin, animation by Sean.
2.21.2009
2.20.2009
this weekend
Rawr.
I'm going to be working 98% of the weekend, but if I wasn't, I'd be:
- nibbling & nattering
- looking over the film schedule and strategizing
- watching the ultimate big screen movie
- sampling the cheese plate
- hating Bill Sikes
- I have some posts about visiting the Cleve up at Truant
(probably no surprises for the natives, but good stuff if you have never visited here) - the ever-awesome Abbey has been guest-blogging at D*S all week, and you can click here to see my favorite children's book of all time (thanks, Abbey!)
(Rad drawing by Parker, age 9. He has his own Etsy shop, and his prices are very reasonable.)
an actual copyrighted holiday you can celebrate today
Northern Hemisphere Hoodie Hoo Day.
I am also looking forward to Public Sleeping Day (Feb. 28).
snacks with teeth
A watermelon T. Rex is de rigueur for all International Dinosaur Day festivities.
Instructions here.
shilo, king of dinosaurs
A little something to wear in honor of International Dinosaur Day, a holiday my sister created. According to her, it is best celebrated on the Friday after Valentine's Day.
She has convinced all of our younger relations that this is a bona-fide occasion and that this is the official anthem.
bones
I saw this photo the other day on one of my favorite sites, and it gobsmacks me. The parcels are Cretaceous dinosaur bones excavated almost 100 years ago. They have never been unwrapped and are sitting in storage at the American Museum of Natural History.
It's just one of Justine Cooper's jaw-dropping photos of the scientific collections there. The antler room freaked my bean.
Full slideshow here.
2.19.2009
see you
I'm away from computers today, traveling the wild hinterlands of Ohio.
See you Friday.
Image by Derek Albeck, via Share Some Candy.
2.18.2009
variations on monotony
Greer Honeywill's Variations on Monotony (2007).
Detail:
From the general statement on her personal site:
It took half a lifetime to recognise that my compulsion to collect and archive was a continuous rehearsal for the making of art.
My collections of memories, stories, objects and materials act as real and metaphorical markers of time, place and identity within my practice.
She makes beautiful, thought-provoking things - they are like dimensional, emotional code. I am very taken with her Rhythm and Blues pieces, and the shadows cast by the Anthology of Sadness.
sometimes i get bored
Pen drawing by Julia Somni Heglund, seen at My Love For You Is A Stampede of Horses.
no inner resources
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
2.17.2009
bust a move
BOOMBOX from Ely Kim on Vimeo.
100 days, 100 songs, 100 locations, 100 dances.
Watching this I am struck by two thoughts:
1. This could be the foundations of possibly the most amazing dance party mix tape, ever - just about every song I'd want to dance to makes an appearance.
2. I want to invite this guy over for a dance party.
Seen yesterday at The Space In-Between.
cleveland is a warm, fuzzy place
This is my favorite book about the Cleve. It was published in 1977 by Dave Cockley, and it details the adventures of one Benjamin Bear as he searches the city for his lost owner.
Benjamin arrives in Cleveland the usual way:
In addition to hitching a ride with a mounted cop, visiting other bears at the zoo and getting medical attention at the Cleveland Clinic, he checks out one of my local favorites:
He also manages to score the game-winning kick in a Browns game (oh Benjamin, where are you now?)
In recognition of this achievement, he gets to meet the boy mayor (you may know him as the once-and-future presidential candidate):
After these triumphs, he spends some time thinking deep and strange thoughts in front of the statue of Moses Cleaveland:
One Cleveland is enough for me too, bear.
His button reads: Cleveland - The Best Things in Life Are Here.
I could never hope to match the awesomeness of this book (there's a copy for sale here), but I am guest-blogging with some of my personal picks for travelers headed to the C-town over at Truant this week.
2.16.2009
take to the trees
If I had a treehouse, I would make myself a thermos full of tea, wrap myself up in a sleeping bag and go hide there the rest of the day.
This treehouse studio would be my model of awesomeness. It belongs to Ben Floeter & Natalie Wright of suddenly, it's real! and was featured on Poppytalk a while back. I like that the door has a mustache.
imaginary outfit: clothes that would make me feel better about monday mornings
Right now, I have two jobs with overlapping weekend work hours. As a result, the past couple of weekends have felt like I am cramming a full workweek into two days. It's not the best arrangement, and I have six weeks to go. It leaves me dreading Monday mornings and the resumption of my normal projects. So today, as I am dragging my reluctant self up and out and staring bleakly at my closet, I am imagining something to wear that would provide enough motivation to get me out of my pajamas and out of the house - something comfortable with a little edge, a contrast of restful neutrals with mixed textures and subtly strange shapes.
On further consideration, those moccasins may be working against my up and at 'em needs a little bit - I think I hear them saying 'stay on the couch, eat cereal and watch Turner Classic Movies all day' ...
Temptation.
where the egg is king, and the queen is, too!
This place was a late night institution on the west side of Cleveland from 1952 to 2000, and scene of countless 3:00 AM breakfasts after shows I snuck out of the house to see back in high school. I just hope they still have the egg-shaped menus.
Welcome back, friend.
(Some more Big Egg history and memories here and here.)
2.15.2009
sunday tune: miles davis - my funny valentine
1956 Prestige Records version, with Miles Davis, Red Garland, Paul Chambers, and Philly Joe Jones.
Sigh.
2.14.2009
international pie for breakfast day
... is today (second Saturday in February).
Pie is the American synonym of prosperity, and its varying contents mark the calendar of the changing seasons. PIE IS THE FOOD OF THE HEROIC. No pie-eating people can ever be vanquished.
The New York Times, 1902
I think we all need to eat more pie.
Photo of a pie-eating contest in Walpole, MA, in June 1949 by Al Fenn.
2.13.2009
this weekend
So many things to do:
- nobody said I love you
- love in waffle form
- sweetheart hikes
- epic romance
- Truffaut + Aznavour 4-evah
- a way to share the love: a fundraiser for the Cleveland Free Clinic
- hippie cakes for breakfast
(The card is from Yellow Owl Workshop - it's so great, I'm not sure I can give it away. )
working on: valentines
On Monday, my friend Danielle came over for an afternoon of making valentines.
I liked the way this little banner turned out. Up close:
Because I am me, I also made some valentine paper dolls.
I also had some fun with stencils. This is a lyric from one of my favorite Magnetic Fields' songs:
I also had some very shiny puffy hologram sticker hearts that I used to jazz things up:
I'm feeling a little laconic these days. Can you tell?
manufacture love
Pearson Maron's heart factories. The artist's statement:
Hearts are indeed made in factories.
I've grown weary of being told I don't have a heart.
If you are lacking a heart or tired of your heart being broken it would be wise to invest in your own tiny heart factory.
Spotted at Craft.
worm your way into someone's heart
I saw this on BoingBoing the other day - pretty darn cute idea by My Paper Crane. Perfect for a last-minute Valentine's breakfast.
2.12.2009
a kiss could've killed me
Selected lyrics:
And darling take my hand,
And lead me through the dawn.
Let's kidnap each other,
And start singing our song,
'Cause my heart is charged now,
Oh it's dancing in my chest!
And I fly and I walk out
From the spell in that, kiss.
ardor
Then comes a longing
That I don't understand
Because it feels like it's towards you
But here you are
So I don't understand
What this longing's for
From 'Watching the Sleeping Lover' in Sam Shepard + Joseph Chaiken's 'Savage/Love'
Image of Andy Warhol's Kiss from 7 Objects in a Box. 1966.
undying passion
One of the most enduring loves in my life is books, and today I picked five of my favorites over at The City Sage, Anne Sage's daily compendium of things wonderful. I'm pretty bowled over that she asked me.
Thanks, Anne!
Image from Stephanie Posavec's On the Map, a graphic representation of the literary space of Jack Kerouac's On The Road (it's pretty mind-blowing in concept and execution).
the may-irwin kiss
This is the first kiss ever captured on film - it was a scene from the play The Widow Jones, and was staged for the camera. It was the most popular Edison Vitascope film in 1896.
By 1900, people had become more lascivious on film:
a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous
Kisses, as defined by Ingrid Bergman. Image from this.
2.11.2009
gone
sad times
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Image: Hold Steady poster by the Decoder Ring Design Concern.
2.10.2009
sexy lovah
I saw this at Found - I think it's a great idea for a last minute valentine for your own sexy lovah.
charley in the bathtub with a ukulele
This is capital A awesome: a bathtub dance party with ukulele music, a Marimekko shower curtain, a girl named Charley and a song about no second date.
Good morning!
Seen yesterday at Mental Floss.
2.09.2009
imaginary outfit: cheap movie night with the redhead
Our local cinema operator has this sweet, recession-friendly deal where all the movies are $5 on Monday nights. So when Gossip Girl is a re-run, or we just need to get off the couch, sometimes the redhead and I venture out for a flick. The nice thing about the cheap seats is that we can go see whatever we want without feeling like we were robbed. We've watched most of the Will Ferrell ouvre this way (and it was worth every penny).
Tonight, I think we are going to see this, and I can't wait. Even going to cheap movies feels like an occasion to me, so I'm imagining the perfect movie watching ensemble - comfortable, cozy, with just a bit of quirk. And just looking at those red suede shoes make my heart skip.
alison
I'm posting some of my favorite songs of love and yearning every day at noon or so this week.
I think this was created for karaoke, but I like the way the stark words look on black background.
lost ones
Dear Old Love: a collection of short anonymous notes to past loves. Some favorites:
I never said you were a terrible musician because I liked that your awful songs were about me.
Boy meets girl. They fall madly in love. It peters out for one of them. You, in this instance.
I’m sorry I exposed your cheating story in Cosmopolitan. Actually, I’m not.
I’m still in love with you, and you’re in love with every woman except me.
This isn't over. I'm the fly to your bug zapper.
(I can't remember where I saw this first ... maybe here?)
loveletters
Random billet-doux generated by Christopher Strachey's 'Loveletters' computer program, originally written in 1952. A new letter appears every time you refresh the page.
Found through Rhizome.
heart-shaped
Marian Bantjes is a genius - this is the alphabet she designed for her personal valentines last year. Knocks me flat out. This also boggles me.
(And if you need a valentine gift, or just want a little piece of her typography to call your own, this is lovely.)
2.08.2009
2.07.2009
2.06.2009
this weekend
2.05.2009
imaginary ones
Iceberg by Jon Klassen. Doesn't this look like it would have been fun to make? I love the sitting polar bears.
this breathing plain of snow
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.
Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock
and all the sea were moving marble.
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship;
we'd rather own this breathing plain of snow
though the ship's sails were laid upon the sea
as the snow lies undissolved upon the water.
O solemn, floating field,
are you aware an iceberg takes repose
with you, and when it wakes may pasture on your snows?
This is a scene a sailor'd give his eyes for.
The ship's ignored. The iceberg rises
and sinks again; its glassy pinnacles
correct elliptics in the sky.
This is a scene where he who treads the boards
is artlessly rhetorical. The curtain
is light enough to rise on finest ropes
that airy twists of snow provide.
The wits of these white peaks
spar with the sun. Its weight the iceberg dares
upon a shifting stage and stands and stares.
The iceberg cuts its facets from within.
Like jewelry from a grave
it saves itself perpetually and adorns
only itself, perhaps the snows
which so surprise us lying on the sea.
Good-bye, we say, good-bye, the ship steers off
where waves give in to one another's waves
and clouds run in a warmer sky.
Icebergs behoove the soul
(both being self-made from elements least visible)
to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected indivisible.
Elizabeth Bishop
Painting: The Iceberg, 1891. Frederic Edwin Church. Currently on view as part of the 'To the Ends of the Earth: Painting the Polar Landscape' exhibition at the Peabody Essex Museum.
stock-still like cloudy rock
It is hardly possible to look at Camille Seaman’s icebergs as inert or insentient. Therein lies the gift these images bestow. Though they are made of ice, these massifs of the sea are as diverse and distinct as any terrestrial form. The tabular mesas broken off from the Weddell Ice Shelf are white glazed deserts. The crystal pinnacles cast off from Greenland seem to be mountaintops set adrift. Icebergs known as drydocks can have arches and bridges carved by rain and wind. Unstable pinnacles can invert themselves as they melt above sea line, creating localized tidal waves that can easily swamp a nearby boat.
I can't wait to get my copy of this book. The photos are currently on exhibit in D.C.
2.04.2009
my brain couldn't understand what i was seeing
This is a preview for a documentary about the Aurora Borealis by Seanie Blue. He went looking for the northern lights hoping they would be so aesthetically overwhelming that they would help him forget a failed love.
Seen at BoingBoing.
death-white realms
I returned to my book - Bewick's History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking: and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of "the solitary rocks and promontories" by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape ... Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with "the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space—that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in Alpine heights above heights, surround the pole, and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold." Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive.
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre.
Image: The Sea of Ice, Caspar David Friedrich, c. 1823.
2.03.2009
goggles
Inuit snow goggles carved from a single block of red cedar wood. Size: 5" x 2".
One of Christopher Oberg's ethnographic art reproductions.
The Vancouver Maritime Musuem has a nice photo of an original pair, and this explanation of their function:
The intense sunlight of the springtime in the Arctic, when reflected from the snow-covered ground causes a temporary condition called snow blindness. To prevent this, the Inuit made snow goggles. These were fashioned to fit the contours of the face snugly to allow light to enter only through narrow viewing slits that restricted the field of vision and reduced the amount of light that reached the optic nerve. The area behind each eye slit was hollowed out to prevent eye contact and blackened to eliminate glare ... The width of the slits governs the width of lateral vision, and the narrower the slit, the more the acuity of vision. This simple but ingenious invention is superior to modern high-tech sunglasses.
snowblind
Nicolas Hughes' snowscapes (Edge Verses II, #11, 12 & 13). I've been a little in love with these ever since I saw them at today and tomorrow.
tents
Photos from the Febraury - March 2007 installation 'Antarctic Village' by Lucy + Jorge Orta. It was set up during the brief months of summer in Antarctica.
From the artists' statement:
Antarctic Village is a symbol of the plight of those struggling to transverse borders and to gain the freedom of movement necessary to escape political and social conflict. Dotted along the ice, the tents formed a settlement reminiscent of the images of refugee camps we see so often reported about on our television screens and newspapers. Physically the installation Antarctic Village is emblematic of Ortas’ body of work, composed of what could be termed modular architecture and reflecting qualities of nomadic shelters and campsites. The dwellings themselves are hand stitched together by a traditional tent maker with sections of flags from countries around the world, along with extensions of clothes and gloves, symbolising the multiplicity and diversity of people. Here the arm of faceless white-collar worker’s shirt hangs, there the sleeve of a children’s sweater. Together the flags and dissected clothes emblazoned with silkscreen motifs referencing the UN Declaration for Human Rights make for a physical embodiment of a 'Global Village'.
Via Share Some Candy.
2.02.2009
penguin
They are extraordinarily like children, these little people of the Antarctic world, either like children, or like old men, full of their own importance and late for dinner, in their black tail-coats and white shirt-fronts—and rather portly withal.
Apsley Cherry-Garrard on penguins
Image: Penguin. 1992 Origami by Michael LaFosse.
polar exploration
Polar exploration is at once the cleanest and most isolated way of having a bad time which has been devised. It is the only form of adventure in which you put on your clothes at Michaelmas and keep them on until Christmas, and, save for a layer of the natural grease of the body, find them as clean as though they were new. It is more lonely than London, more secluded than any monastery, and the post comes but once a year. As men will compare the hardships of France, Palestine or Mesopotamia, so it would be interesting to contrast the rival claims of the Antarctic as a medium of discomfort. A member of Campbell's party tells me that the trenches at Ypres were a comparative picnic. But until somebody can evolve a standard of endurance I am unable to see how it can be done. Take it all in all, I do not believe anybody on earth has a worse time than an Emperor penguin.
Apsley Cherry-Garrard, The Worst Journey in the World.
Image: 'View of ice, with the ship 'Terra Nova' in the distance, taken 7 January 1911 by Herbert George Ponting during the British Antarctic Expedition.' From here.
to the edge of the known world
Waterfall by Jon Klassen.
I think 'Antarctic' William may be steering the ship.
2.01.2009
superbowl haiku
Every year, Bill Littlefield of Only A Game does a program of Super Bowl haikus. Past favorites:
Fans root for their teams.
Sponsors root for a close game.
Pigs root for truffles.
U.S.A.: Big bucks,
Re-stitched torn ligaments... and
Bouncing cheerleaders.
Buffet without end,
Drinks, the dancing girls and...uh,
Game? What game is that?
Fired ad writer weeps.
Never mind injured players.
This game wrecks careers.
Sunday champions
Are flush with fame, glory while
Mannings weep softly.
Hee hee.
sunday tune: the decemberists - the sporting life
Consider the feats of athleticism my nation will be focusing on today, I felt this was appropriate.
