tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79175601071813117942023-11-15T22:06:42.378-08:00BlogsyschmogsyAll collage images are copyright 2011 Griffin Norman. All rights reserved.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comBlogger348125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-92005758188895038872011-05-13T10:51:00.000-07:002011-05-13T10:52:44.604-07:00Bunny Hop!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDGysBRR9NdfOYsG5fIf2h2me0t4zd-0cS8umhs4FoOV99WaBjDRG9i4B5wboTGY69mcBRl4_5Yx56pIT63aNq-lKkT2fbBgvKujPidFzHBP20WcCOImFePuqago3GhjjQtGUJ514SWS9/s1600/article-0-0BCE553B00000578-840_634x594.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDGysBRR9NdfOYsG5fIf2h2me0t4zd-0cS8umhs4FoOV99WaBjDRG9i4B5wboTGY69mcBRl4_5Yx56pIT63aNq-lKkT2fbBgvKujPidFzHBP20WcCOImFePuqago3GhjjQtGUJ514SWS9/s400/article-0-0BCE553B00000578-840_634x594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606260106015884898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1381464/Bunny-rabbits-compete-jumping-course-Dressage-set-world-storm.html">here</a>.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-52620182671740066852011-01-24T09:41:00.000-08:002011-01-24T09:49:43.395-08:00Jack LaLanne<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOFztsr9jOmRhMqrw-63KztwCwUanITXtt7waW0BwX8DUEI1u0LOTGZZeCQ8JWaHVdBV8EejWnNmeOwpcK9OL1KcxtNpWdJxA3DWYqHIfC7deNtDbWXoCzOp-g45-4TW3rYSkn6AqxsEn/s1600/168056_1525664467120_1399898202_31152124_6945056_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOFztsr9jOmRhMqrw-63KztwCwUanITXtt7waW0BwX8DUEI1u0LOTGZZeCQ8JWaHVdBV8EejWnNmeOwpcK9OL1KcxtNpWdJxA3DWYqHIfC7deNtDbWXoCzOp-g45-4TW3rYSkn6AqxsEn/s400/168056_1525664467120_1399898202_31152124_6945056_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565810687638101474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was thrilled a few years back—visiting her Dolphin Club in San Francisco with my friend Anne Hamersky—to run across LaLanne’s name on an old member roster. Very cool old swimming and rowing club on the Bay.<br /><br />I remember his amazing feats of strength from childhood. Fitness for the masses was still kind of a novel idea.<br /><br />I love this magazine cover. Posted on Facebook by my friend Linda. “Well...Just happened to be up here on this mountaintop in my muscle-man posing panties. Oh, sure, you can take a picture!”<br /><br />96...rest in peace Jack, you can stop exercising now.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-56511527363759298892010-12-11T12:55:00.000-08:002010-12-11T13:29:34.911-08:00Arrivaderci, Moody.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGznI4iMzlnnnCdg5RJeF6Gf3wwkJEOJb5r0rkKw2zCfbp81p3GqD09yYob6gqOtbOKWfb5_GotWMdLTSaAmRPWAwiIvevrI1I2ASa4t4EH_BGbnO97dCzfuIBFAnzRFelpK0yVq6DYxf/s1600/james_moody_bebop-noblock.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGznI4iMzlnnnCdg5RJeF6Gf3wwkJEOJb5r0rkKw2zCfbp81p3GqD09yYob6gqOtbOKWfb5_GotWMdLTSaAmRPWAwiIvevrI1I2ASa4t4EH_BGbnO97dCzfuIBFAnzRFelpK0yVq6DYxf/s400/james_moody_bebop-noblock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549533382686940594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not many of the original old cats left these days. Moody was a good one. A sweet, funny, humble, talented man. He passed on Thursday aged 85, in San Diego. Nice replay of a 90s Fresh Air interview with Moody <a href="http://www.npr.org/2010/12/10/131958862/fresh-air-remembers-saxophonist-james-moody">here</a>. There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go...<br /><br />Nice NPR remembrance <a href="http://www.npr.org/2010/12/10/131968314/remembering-james-moody-s-humble-gift-for-music">here</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“I used to look at the saxophones every day, I'd just look at ’em, you know. And when I first got my first saxophone, I put it in bed by me and just used to sleep with it, man. Just looking at it.”</span></span><br /><br />Moody’s passing made me remember what a big old hole John Birks Gillespie left in the world.<br /><br />Little piece of Moody’s NY Times obit (entirety <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/11/arts/music/11moody.html">here</a>):<br /><br />“Defying the stereotype of the modern jazz musician as austere and humorless (and following the example of Gillespie, whom he considered his musical mentor and with whom he worked on and off for almost half a century), Mr. Moody told silly jokes, peppered his repertory with unlikely numbers like “Beer Barrel Polka” and the theme from “The Flintstones,” and often sang. His singing voice was unpolished but enthusiastic — and very distinctive, partly because he spoke and sang with a noticeable lisp, a result of having been born partly deaf.”<br /><br />If you want to check out the man’s music, I’d recommend “Moody’s Mood for Blues” (Prestige OJC) a compilation of two 50s Prestige records, or “At the Jazz Workshop” (GRP) a 1998 reissue of the 1961 album “Cookin’ the Blues” plus some unreleased bits.<br /><br />(Ithink the photo of Moody below is by my friend Chuck Stewart, but it wasn’t credited where I found it)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7Hycv89XyNILb7LO1z9uNtdSV4fNA6xGUGhlgZVjbEB2lsCNqAmUuoRJRjpXkuDfB93RtMFIA4aK6c8HDGmfajB4hWhieazmXRau5k5laaSVnhtcFhc4m79swvi3dMRs5lLAR6RjjrKr/s1600/James%252BMoody2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7Hycv89XyNILb7LO1z9uNtdSV4fNA6xGUGhlgZVjbEB2lsCNqAmUuoRJRjpXkuDfB93RtMFIA4aK6c8HDGmfajB4hWhieazmXRau5k5laaSVnhtcFhc4m79swvi3dMRs5lLAR6RjjrKr/s400/James%252BMoody2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549539067284862594" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-51879768540136698192010-11-29T16:09:00.000-08:002010-11-29T16:13:58.031-08:004th Amendment UNDERPANTS (?!?!?!).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hzErsKlOZocetrnvU3cB-z84SijuW-8VsuvOTNuF4r2BtlHKdLP5w3hhTvs3yFL5nejJUKnZAzJbdGv2vmpHWmCmGaw0me1w2rLZwJZWPfNBb4WwvqddnFbWQDfACGLBI-nhO0gRtENS/s1600/CARGO4th+Image2.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hzErsKlOZocetrnvU3cB-z84SijuW-8VsuvOTNuF4r2BtlHKdLP5w3hhTvs3yFL5nejJUKnZAzJbdGv2vmpHWmCmGaw0me1w2rLZwJZWPfNBb4WwvqddnFbWQDfACGLBI-nhO0gRtENS/s400/CARGO4th+Image2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545128733493460946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What needs to be said? Funny stuff, serious matter. Thanks to Jeff Frazier for sharing. There’s something here about speaking out (and also making a buck) that’s America to the core.<br /><br />Check the site <a href="http://cargocollective.com/4thamendment">here</a>.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-52403439556817409562010-11-26T14:24:00.000-08:002010-11-26T14:37:14.544-08:00Transnormal Skiperoo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhODjr7GgiPaUrWGnNAcMeuIZYflvSrYgUwS6OzoDpIbsvGPIOEJGtU8IHoCN4Lk28JWLQObWzPaj4mfl3ZI8pl3xrB6uDgMGkgO6BZD9qsRqVDNUGEMcgt-1EzOQiVdaHQcbLXCyY8h4s/s1600/1400x1400.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhODjr7GgiPaUrWGnNAcMeuIZYflvSrYgUwS6OzoDpIbsvGPIOEJGtU8IHoCN4Lk28JWLQObWzPaj4mfl3ZI8pl3xrB6uDgMGkgO6BZD9qsRqVDNUGEMcgt-1EzOQiVdaHQcbLXCyY8h4s/s400/1400x1400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543988693127610274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />In the music-I’ve-been-meaning-to-check-out department. Jim White. Vaguely remember his album “Wrong-eyed Jesus” from years back. Seems like it also became a documentary film theme with the same name.<br /><br />Have just given this one a cursory listen, but it seems like good stuff.<br /><br />One of my new favorite record covers. Love the school-notebook doodling style lettering and the simple, silly, oblique simplicity of the whole thing. Looks like it could have been found in a dumpster out behind a 1-Hour photo-finishing place and transformed into a thing of odd, unpretentious beauty. And I definitely mean that as a compliment.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-61604307422708473252010-11-12T13:54:00.000-08:002010-11-12T14:04:16.910-08:00Apple’s Sexy Design<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDUN93Xri3lgQdsP8Pv8orZO2Pkc0wk0XmtqruvMHB3MHPUDEtGtwDNG9BSfbaJO_F5Raoe61fxljhMrv2QWqlcXkJcXBZWqQRmhP_jHI3akMiklqn3ULFi02hbAB_1nCXk33OjI9n35o/s1600/s-APPLE-I-large.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDUN93Xri3lgQdsP8Pv8orZO2Pkc0wk0XmtqruvMHB3MHPUDEtGtwDNG9BSfbaJO_F5Raoe61fxljhMrv2QWqlcXkJcXBZWqQRmhP_jHI3akMiklqn3ULFi02hbAB_1nCXk33OjI9n35o/s400/s-APPLE-I-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538786304314289042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hasn’t always been so sexy. Witness the proto-MAC, the Apple One. Yep that’s plywood. 8KB of RAM and a processing speed between 1 and 2 Mhz!! (What was the snail on the turtle’s back overheard saying?...Wheee!) The cheapest digital watch in the world could probably kick this thing’s ass in computing power.<br /><br />Christie’s has one up for auction now and it’s estimated to go for up to a quarter of a mil. Does Jobs need the dough? Couldn’t they just GIVE the damn thing to the Smithsonian? They originally fetched $666.66<br /><br />(The MAC of the Beast?)Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-10598187464990423692010-10-13T11:30:00.000-07:002010-10-13T11:54:28.423-07:00He enjoys commit murder. He lives in clarinet.<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >This is Okusan.<br />He has slim body.<br />He doesn’t have teeth.<br />He likes throw banana.<br />He enjoys commit murder.<br />He likes a microwave oven.<br />He lives in clarinet.<br />He joins life insurance.<br />He likes salt.</span><br /><br /><br />I have a sweet friend currently living in Japan. She sends me this sort of funny business on the interwebs.<br /><br />(From an exercise with Japanese middle-school(?) kids who had to invent a monster and write things about it in English. Non-native speakers are a pretty easy target for laughs, and to be fair, my Japanese likely wouldn’t be any better. But it’s still funny. And weirdly poetic.)<br /><br />The link to the original Facebook post is <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/album.php?aid=2505186&id=61411073">here</a>, but I’m not sure if you have to be on Facebook to be able to view it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9tvWp2DNAi1zuo3SsMl84CA8DS1E_xz4G82z8ogvy5mI2qZ0gdDA7ZzcJQuX1Ca_2myJcfzzbnhRqnV-V1qTqMNzmvzQbt2QqmlZ0S64CCN8wvSxoNwm0LezH3P_KwVkIjqnTDfsy970/s1600/67288_813119545365_61411073_48138954_3634501_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9tvWp2DNAi1zuo3SsMl84CA8DS1E_xz4G82z8ogvy5mI2qZ0gdDA7ZzcJQuX1Ca_2myJcfzzbnhRqnV-V1qTqMNzmvzQbt2QqmlZ0S64CCN8wvSxoNwm0LezH3P_KwVkIjqnTDfsy970/s400/67288_813119545365_61411073_48138954_3634501_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527601326297538866" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-66167547223542427862010-09-07T15:56:00.000-07:002010-09-07T15:59:41.184-07:00What Freedom means.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjidjyC0INNuHpF0bmN3FAxxcTT-v4GWakvZhccdSByDPd3qT_pJT34t1g_6ra8aOTzFgsFSZN9b5E2lQCPmm3zPt97-rTWQVWL1RmD4HxPjM40zyZ5siPMGY925ovIg1EPV744DOk8qJg/s1600/capt.9c695991c16d43fe832eddbcbb082f9d-0b4a58365b484947949620f359393d5b-0.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjidjyC0INNuHpF0bmN3FAxxcTT-v4GWakvZhccdSByDPd3qT_pJT34t1g_6ra8aOTzFgsFSZN9b5E2lQCPmm3zPt97-rTWQVWL1RmD4HxPjM40zyZ5siPMGY925ovIg1EPV744DOk8qJg/s400/capt.9c695991c16d43fe832eddbcbb082f9d-0b4a58365b484947949620f359393d5b-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514309725631261586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don’t think this is what the Founders had in mind.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-24247134917127362462010-02-27T20:37:00.000-08:002010-02-27T20:46:25.541-08:00Werner Herzog reads Curious George.O.K. I don’t want to lead anyone on here. This is a goof. But a GLORIOUS goof. It is NOT, in fact Werner Herzog.<br /><br />See this full post <a href="http://www.openculture.com/2010/02/werner_herzog_reads_curious_george.html">here</a>.<br /><br />“Even though he has a big brain and opposable thumbs, he has to know that he will always be seen as inferior by his human counterparts...”<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrvvkt-EqLzTrEWUmZdIHCvTLCYs6nh36p8j6hY7HzHm2p2IC3uoDID6qTc2Ko3v-l5lgtFv8-VKLW5bslVJrciOA-waPvH_iMrh022f0DevYiqIVKiw0eyqAB4VRUV_saRAwEg4eZ5Fw/s1600-h/curious-george.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrvvkt-EqLzTrEWUmZdIHCvTLCYs6nh36p8j6hY7HzHm2p2IC3uoDID6qTc2Ko3v-l5lgtFv8-VKLW5bslVJrciOA-waPvH_iMrh022f0DevYiqIVKiw0eyqAB4VRUV_saRAwEg4eZ5Fw/s400/curious-george.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443150839072683138" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-17164487192674801052010-01-15T21:23:00.000-08:002010-01-15T21:48:35.295-08:00Herb and Dorothy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbddLGJscRPdMlsrEME3fhbCeZ4Y7N8uztBwgT-MF-0qP1Y-VnMnH5eomJX1aIjbi6tgrsfcYyzCA7hrjrBJ36BiwQzRN-XRfhpbihzJ9ZvZDyt0w_PEcuHwkvcO7DrMWvQxudC4_yo6zp/s1600-h/3589652889_607a1ca3e0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbddLGJscRPdMlsrEME3fhbCeZ4Y7N8uztBwgT-MF-0qP1Y-VnMnH5eomJX1aIjbi6tgrsfcYyzCA7hrjrBJ36BiwQzRN-XRfhpbihzJ9ZvZDyt0w_PEcuHwkvcO7DrMWvQxudC4_yo6zp/s400/3589652889_607a1ca3e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427209149282903106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Technically, and I guess, aesthetically—although bits of it are incredibly beautiful—I think this is a fairly squirrelly, haphazard documentary.<br /><br />See the film’s website <a href="http://www.herbanddorothy.com/">here</a>. Available through Netflix. (I checked, and it’s available at the NPL, for you Nashvillians)<br /><br />On the whole however, it’s a rather remarkable document about passion and art...and passion AS art. This fairly innocuous seeming New York couple—the Vogels—he a postal service employee, she a librarian, put together a phenomenal collection of thousands (!?!?) of pieces of modern American art. In New York fashion, most of the pieces are small enough for a person to carry home walking or in a cab. Their rent-controlled apartment grew to be nearly bursting at the seams with it all.<br /><br />They’ve quietly, almost unwillingly garnered quite a lot of press over the years, and the story of where their collection is to ultimately reside is an interesting (and still unfolding) one.<br /><br />Some of the art they have collected, I could personally take or leave, but it is undeniably important in the arc of the development of later 20th century American art. If you care about art...or collecting...or people, this is a great little film.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-12173223552465434502010-01-11T13:59:00.000-08:002010-01-11T14:05:36.872-08:00Things we like: Funny baby pictures.My friend Rob had this as his profile picture on Facebook. Just something he found on the web somewhere. I think this baby is amazing. I’m sure that somebody propped him (or her) up on his arm a lá author dust-jacket photos, but he looks like he’s pontificating “Weeellll... don’t get me started...” If I knew these people I would beg for a wallet-sized copy of this pic and put in on my fridge.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpg6J24FKH4HUWxfX7_TbOo4lalCGcYUYlGTST3DpUn39epAfHp5mD_AOME93P3UspVXBvZ_c_LZSLqDKi3AH6EPmQq5NHgPETwRj-8a9TQaGTJWrjGouQzj9t4UrLKSsSsTi-6DV1rpds/s1600-h/20170_1315334407135_1343944039_30859238_459923_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpg6J24FKH4HUWxfX7_TbOo4lalCGcYUYlGTST3DpUn39epAfHp5mD_AOME93P3UspVXBvZ_c_LZSLqDKi3AH6EPmQq5NHgPETwRj-8a9TQaGTJWrjGouQzj9t4UrLKSsSsTi-6DV1rpds/s400/20170_1315334407135_1343944039_30859238_459923_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425606321226135842" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-26647047059129748192009-11-25T19:09:00.000-08:002009-11-25T19:34:49.404-08:00Things we like: The Local Taco<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlNFlW3zpp7BFNxqGGSt96ZIBFamBfmfb-00mMD7MrDmvUm83S-SCoFrsfjIioFGVL6VlySjpP4ZpBPrjMnlaUsjdV1zvzwyeEp7FL_k9tlDkx5VOV9uqBwhPs4v05QrAc8Gw9-qT_mpb/s1600/l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlNFlW3zpp7BFNxqGGSt96ZIBFamBfmfb-00mMD7MrDmvUm83S-SCoFrsfjIioFGVL6VlySjpP4ZpBPrjMnlaUsjdV1zvzwyeEp7FL_k9tlDkx5VOV9uqBwhPs4v05QrAc8Gw9-qT_mpb/s400/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408248345090175746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was just looking on the web for a photo to go with this post (by Emma R., from Yelp) and found some of the usual “mixed reviews”—I’ve chosen however to pay no attention to any voice but my own hungry, happy one on this subject. <a href="http://www.thelocaltaco.com/home.html">The Local Taco</a>, on Murphy Road in Nashville has been one of my favorites ever since they first opened back in May of this year. It only seems to be getting better.<br /><br />Happily ran into my friends Richard and Liz McLaurin and their sweet boys Andy and Sam Henry last time I was in town. It was Halloween and the Andy was Superman and Sam was Max, from Where the Wild Things Are.<br /><br />Just got back from another foray. Two Korean, two Southern Fried. Lemon-Lime Jarrito. Oh, my goodness. And the smell of freshly squeezed lime on your fingers all the while. Exquisite.<br /><br />They’ve done a nice job of closing in and heating the patio for the winter. I like sitting out there. Not as loud. Every time I come back to town, Local Taco is a destination. Wish them much success, that location has never worked too well for anybody before, but looks like they’re doing it right.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-43092751452564411962009-11-07T11:20:00.000-08:002009-11-07T11:22:46.539-08:00Did Mo Willems predict the “swine flu”?Mighty curious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr7cg6KPj1cvWWybQF8beD1KET0t1e2ZvUOlOQ3G91P-HzeiSp_nr_5q-bVxmmQg356ItNk3d6Khf4ZdlCeksG4xx-RXzJv0uPbllNviy8c-FLDOPcU-qhpXgg1JWEexzLZu44an5s2Lh_/s1600-h/download.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr7cg6KPj1cvWWybQF8beD1KET0t1e2ZvUOlOQ3G91P-HzeiSp_nr_5q-bVxmmQg356ItNk3d6Khf4ZdlCeksG4xx-RXzJv0uPbllNviy8c-FLDOPcU-qhpXgg1JWEexzLZu44an5s2Lh_/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401444279172341714" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-42572411413436489972009-11-02T15:33:00.000-08:002009-11-02T15:48:55.611-08:00Dark times in Mayberry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvp8yFNsto4lvBd-LY7TQm3FG2P8TkefcvesWz9eMEMtpkjQGZkgxR81NsKbWtcMVtlnPZb_rWTHpiefv0EGCVlyAj0sL-F0nce_AZKCbixOqDHD3GBgtDD1eM_eIUeQUawUXfhfKWS6e/s1600-h/AndyGriffithShowBarneyFifeExpressio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvp8yFNsto4lvBd-LY7TQm3FG2P8TkefcvesWz9eMEMtpkjQGZkgxR81NsKbWtcMVtlnPZb_rWTHpiefv0EGCVlyAj0sL-F0nce_AZKCbixOqDHD3GBgtDD1eM_eIUeQUawUXfhfKWS6e/s400/AndyGriffithShowBarneyFifeExpressio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399657210927500914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>(When the worst they ever had to deal with were the shenanigans of Ernest T. Bass and the mysteries of dating women, I doubt Ang and Barn could ever have imagined a distraught ex-convict Hispanic feller killing four folks right there in the heart of Mayberry. Bet they also never woulda thought the old NRA would make it so easy for said feller to get him a gun that should have only been used for heavy law-enforcement or all-out warfare...hell, Barney never even got to put his <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">one</span> bullet in the gun, unless things were pretty damned serious)</p><p><br /></p><p>Excerpt from Yahoo news, full story <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091102/ap_on_re_us/us_nc_store_shootings">here</a>.<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">MOUNT AIRY, N.C. – A soured love affair may have led an ex-convict to gun down four men in the town that inspired the idyllic community of <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1257204075_0">Mayberry</span> on the 1960s TV series “<span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1257204075_1">The Andy Griffith Show</span>,” police said Monday.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Marcos Chavez Gonzalez, 29, was charged with four counts of murder in the slayings late Sunday outside a television store in <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1257204075_2">Mount Airy</span>, about 100 miles north of Charlotte.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The four were shot with a high-powered assault rifle outside Wood's TV, in the shadow of a water tower that says “Welcome to Mount Airy” and has a picture of Griffith and Opie, his son on the show.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-35144401089322128832009-11-01T10:04:00.001-08:002009-11-01T10:17:00.798-08:00Things we like: The Bats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39G9CRTIWgE4m9-TFzFZqzBZBaJU-qJSdGfGahgwCMGxYzNZzTEgLkg5EQVX1hR8LA0mJnW42WiGcB3Zxrgm_oQUa2t4wWpTIevZW7SVA2gVnxNNBB4ODGOe8lliCwBQ_kv-ghBeg2wpi/s1600-h/200px-Daddyshighway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39G9CRTIWgE4m9-TFzFZqzBZBaJU-qJSdGfGahgwCMGxYzNZzTEgLkg5EQVX1hR8LA0mJnW42WiGcB3Zxrgm_oQUa2t4wWpTIevZW7SVA2gVnxNNBB4ODGOe8lliCwBQ_kv-ghBeg2wpi/s400/200px-Daddyshighway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399200575737560226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In case you thought New Zealand popular music began and ended with Split Enz and Crowded House, do yourself a favor and discover The Bats (and while you’re at it another enormously prolific NZ band, The Clean)<br /><br />Been digging The Bats out again after recently getting a German release on eMusic called “At the National Grid.” They owe a great debt to Brian Eno’s pop records. Who doesn’t? Beautiful, jangly folk-ish pop. Also remember mid-80s enjoying the EP “Daddy’s Highway”—which contained “North by North” one of their “hits.”<br /><br />Robert Scott is a sometimes member of both The Bats AND The Clean (and a few others—the sum of which has probably always made The Bats’ career suffer a bit).Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-70117090329031676382009-10-22T21:31:00.000-07:002009-10-22T21:53:35.718-07:00R.I.P. Milton SupmanA.K.A. Soupy Sales...I don’t really remember the crazy “Soupy Sales Show” he did in New York, where he once got in trouble for asking children to mail him the pieces of green paper in their mother’s purses with the president’s pictures on them, whose wacky antics probably inspired the future Peewee Herman. I remember him mostly from my childhood as a funny regular on “What’s My Line?”—later as the father of Hunt and Tony, who with Reeves Gabrels...oh, and this guy David Bowie, were the band Tin Machine.<br /><br />(A band I’ve always loved, despite much negative nattering from many a devoted Bowie fan. It was Bowie being a guy fronting a band, not “being Bowie”—I think he relished it...but I digress)<br /><br />Sales was a funny man. A man who could take a pie in the face and still retain his dignity. Not a lot of pie-in-the-face men today. Not an awful lot of dignity either.<br /><br />Goodnight Soupy, we’ll miss you more than we know.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAhuDfEuHQPPa0pkkDfXsesoFLAA5SZoP47e0aKogQ270oxwXWBVAw6R5L_vLTufNecQk2qmA5WswnoZ4CH2fl22zVBoQkLEqFRGMVwzlQzA2fWFNtTN3eBi_yUFSQXyKC13xjSQl4yKU/s1600-h/capt.487ba2bcf94f4bb880d7bac045c1ca81.obit_soupy_sales_nyss101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAhuDfEuHQPPa0pkkDfXsesoFLAA5SZoP47e0aKogQ270oxwXWBVAw6R5L_vLTufNecQk2qmA5WswnoZ4CH2fl22zVBoQkLEqFRGMVwzlQzA2fWFNtTN3eBi_yUFSQXyKC13xjSQl4yKU/s400/capt.487ba2bcf94f4bb880d7bac045c1ca81.obit_soupy_sales_nyss101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395652386758785042" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-61801084111247852592009-08-16T09:00:00.000-07:002009-08-16T12:04:52.481-07:00Prayer-conditioned.Used to go out on these frequent photo safaris with my old buddy Dan Brawner. Maybe start out with a nice diner breakfast, then off in search of any old funny thing, but the quarry was usually these changeable-message church signs. Finding a good one was a feeling akin to being a kid on Christmas morning.<br /><br />Most of the earlier ones are on B&W film. Remember film, kids? Haven't been on many of these outings since life’s gone so overwhelmingly digital. Still get excited when I see one of the signs from a distance, hopeful that it’s a “good” one (they’re not all created equal, we always theorized that there was some central network, maybe even a website, that had stock ones. The best ones are clearly topical and the writing home-made).<br /><br />Have recently started carrying my lovely new Canon G-10 almost always, but especially when I’m on trips, for just this sort of thing. Back to my favorite place to shoot...the street.<br /><br />This one was in Newton, a small Illinois town, on the way back from Chicago last week. Not a particularly great one, but it’s a start back to a happy, familiar, lost place. Dan?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKX-6sooHEw3fpwXWQX6RQoxPEfIt2VOsG3l2B66zXEwX4o8BesL-n5nsClrIuVxBuh4gsPTSN63JWoOWPRoMxi7Kv9ExVF-ccWL5orgr5mDAMoDbXn3-qalR7Ux19HGN6BZGEuo7V5ftc/s1600-h/SIGNS_prayerconditioned_SM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKX-6sooHEw3fpwXWQX6RQoxPEfIt2VOsG3l2B66zXEwX4o8BesL-n5nsClrIuVxBuh4gsPTSN63JWoOWPRoMxi7Kv9ExVF-ccWL5orgr5mDAMoDbXn3-qalR7Ux19HGN6BZGEuo7V5ftc/s400/SIGNS_prayerconditioned_SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370594362456216482" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-53828109236545024472009-08-10T16:52:00.000-07:002009-08-10T16:55:41.584-07:00To stop you.I may have posted this ages ago. Just re-did the digital version of it. My sister chose the original as her Christmas present this last year. Excellent choice, if I do say so myself.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6HWZ-LElKcSjzHcgAdAct74rLEZOcJ9jBFG4NSyL88AV5R11JpPDG0I42KTpY8IfeQGEcQ6in65Lir0B93PwT4kvUzjN_MNiM1gYNZ_6VPuqt2c_pCObH7ilMwTTaXiMtMTsFfu8yYN-/s1600-h/COL_tostopyou_RT_SM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6HWZ-LElKcSjzHcgAdAct74rLEZOcJ9jBFG4NSyL88AV5R11JpPDG0I42KTpY8IfeQGEcQ6in65Lir0B93PwT4kvUzjN_MNiM1gYNZ_6VPuqt2c_pCObH7ilMwTTaXiMtMTsFfu8yYN-/s400/COL_tostopyou_RT_SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368487893704228242" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-82777143817795586792009-08-01T14:17:00.001-07:002009-08-01T14:30:46.457-07:00Things we like—6th Annual Sock Monkey Madness Festival.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTTZ7iqPhBJxHGAcJ2o82-mrfIwB6LZXEhNFevD27TeCbTy2YPRhdxkknvy6QW58JhXku7Kkl3GAwYYcL3pjYHXpAQieHG15uoUfdJPHFS5kkUzqamnvtRsN5sh4JWXCShtFlZBTWVQhe/s1600-h/5-Head-shot-400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTTZ7iqPhBJxHGAcJ2o82-mrfIwB6LZXEhNFevD27TeCbTy2YPRhdxkknvy6QW58JhXku7Kkl3GAwYYcL3pjYHXpAQieHG15uoUfdJPHFS5kkUzqamnvtRsN5sh4JWXCShtFlZBTWVQhe/s400/5-Head-shot-400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365110914730433570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who could resist such an event? More <a href="http://www.midwayvillage.com/event_calendar.cfm?id=1003">here</a>. Much as I’ve loved sock monkeys for ages, I did not know many specifics about their origins. (Photo by Thomas H. Durand, who as far as I know, has no affiliation with the SMM Festival...just liked his picture)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >“The Nelson Knitting Company of Rockford manufactured and sold Rockford Red Heel work socks from 1932 to 1992 which were used starting in the Great Depression to create a folk art sock monkey stuffed toy. Aware of the sock monkey craze, Nelson Knitting included the sock monkey doll pattern with each pair of Rockford Red Heel Socks sold starting in the early 1950's. In recent years, the sock monkey has gained a come back and is sold in department and specialty stores world wide. However, the interest in creating a uniquely American handmade doll from Rockford Red Heel Socks is still around to this day.The Nelson Knitting Company of Rockford manufactured and sold Rockford Red Heel work socks from 1932 to 1992 which were used starting in the Great Depression to create a folk art sock monkey stuffed toy. Aware of the sock monkey craze, Nelson Knitting included the sock monkey doll pattern with each pair of Rockford Red Heel Socks sold starting in the early 1950's. In recent years, the sock monkey has gained a come back and is sold in department and specialty stores world wide. However, the interest in creating a uniquely American handmade doll from Rockford Red Heel Socks is still around to this day.”<br /><br /></span>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-48365544383857651822009-08-01T11:36:00.000-07:002009-08-01T11:41:14.030-07:00Watermelons make nice hats?Crazy-ass sports fans... Man, this makes my head itch just looking at it. From a nice slideshow of Pics of the Week from MSNBC <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32224217/ns/news/displaymode/1247/?beginSlide=1&beginChapter=1&beginTab=1">here</a>. Courtesy of my buddy, Brandt.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEB08gyp1kADgrAJQu6FvLhhIXFxhc2TDHPnVw0mElGn1WtsD2iLMpxvVHxrLKNMCu9TagmXE31tlk-XCCjZoCaa6Hv5rIvAUfbk2r4lpG4vqjEJ-cl5w8xgJoDw9b9CD7mtzuZ11y_XrW/s1600-h/twip_090730_09.ss_full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEB08gyp1kADgrAJQu6FvLhhIXFxhc2TDHPnVw0mElGn1WtsD2iLMpxvVHxrLKNMCu9TagmXE31tlk-XCCjZoCaa6Hv5rIvAUfbk2r4lpG4vqjEJ-cl5w8xgJoDw9b9CD7mtzuZ11y_XrW/s400/twip_090730_09.ss_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365066893278951666" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-36915910617237731032009-07-30T11:29:00.000-07:002009-07-30T11:41:18.739-07:00Just when you thought typing “Obama naked with unicorns” into Google was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard...I don’t really know what to say about these, but...wow. Check out the whole lot of ’em <a href="http://wildammo.com/2009/07/27/unusual-paintings-of-obama-naked-with-unicorns/">here</a>. Seen below is my fave with Stalin and Hugh Laurie as “House.” (??) Something about the health care debate, I’m guessing.<br /><br />Thanks to my buddy J.D., who posted this on FB this morning, from somewhere on his tour of the outer fringes of the art blog-o-sphere.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTemClSHiic_0l2m-yEbL6jqSJVJaQa9_6WH864EZVhiyCPiiV28SNCcJ8RZpIs5-gWuNmIIoeIw5WujPEipxykJ1t5HLScvZgH0DnBaDVUWGoZ2hhgXJQJvhta3fhpPBD6gONaZp7nf3/s1600-h/obama-painting2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTemClSHiic_0l2m-yEbL6jqSJVJaQa9_6WH864EZVhiyCPiiV28SNCcJ8RZpIs5-gWuNmIIoeIw5WujPEipxykJ1t5HLScvZgH0DnBaDVUWGoZ2hhgXJQJvhta3fhpPBD6gONaZp7nf3/s400/obama-painting2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364324852727590706" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-53200123918206479322009-07-22T16:26:00.000-07:002009-07-22T16:29:48.808-07:00Milkmaid’s peroxide sadness.Found the background in an old book, Somebody’s hair-dying notes from beauty school.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgqNhF1c3kO1I54qrpGev7y91qq7QJbbDPYn3ayIHWhTYU3a4AZhh3CGoIG44xwQcO8hpmHciBGd8qHg4PiKnqLOwr6EBPGezO4iknguW-WzN1utVlz59lm5X7Z2HnPALV63IXucKnFVP/s1600-h/COL_rayettes_SM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgqNhF1c3kO1I54qrpGev7y91qq7QJbbDPYn3ayIHWhTYU3a4AZhh3CGoIG44xwQcO8hpmHciBGd8qHg4PiKnqLOwr6EBPGezO4iknguW-WzN1utVlz59lm5X7Z2HnPALV63IXucKnFVP/s400/COL_rayettes_SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361430724940565746" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-52538515812608975432009-07-17T17:46:00.000-07:002009-07-17T17:58:09.973-07:00And THAT’S the way it is...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKL-zSIlYExkVR-_uBzjxWgclfPwCJ-GM1X9z-_tfkHmfc0W1CHMaJdlCXTTbtH5ZdkvI4lj4sR4IXbYrkbxR6em9DYnZ57tmVrWw_B_hulZAg-dB33QndApMHBvY3O6ro-zTTq0CabKo/s1600-h/cronkite_w_bio1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKL-zSIlYExkVR-_uBzjxWgclfPwCJ-GM1X9z-_tfkHmfc0W1CHMaJdlCXTTbtH5ZdkvI4lj4sR4IXbYrkbxR6em9DYnZ57tmVrWw_B_hulZAg-dB33QndApMHBvY3O6ro-zTTq0CabKo/s400/cronkite_w_bio1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359598020943251730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uncle Walter Cronkite dead today at 92. I remember watching That Vietnam Show on TV as a kid, and how people respected and trusted this somber, serious man and the few like him (Edward R. Murrow comes to mind). I raise an Irish toast, “Here’s to us...who’s like us?...damn few...and they’re all dead.” R.I.P.<br /><br />Odd little bit of trivia, Cronkite was once in a play with Eli Wallach and Ann Sheridan, who were his college classmates at UT Austin.Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-28505438645252994992009-07-17T15:44:00.000-07:002009-07-17T15:46:48.131-07:00Extra! Clear shot!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqiG1wFGoogQ2f24cdRsOLkRqlSZ_AkQynPP64r1FYY6SOPupvu4ZgN5I4u-iOxyu89-lHQbyqkgsLZ61p-1SjeoSTgZnoIvPuOSSTO8cbTxNSaXR6dlSSF3ZqRrv6wC9T8XueaJwR7yL/s1600-h/COL_clear_shot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqiG1wFGoogQ2f24cdRsOLkRqlSZ_AkQynPP64r1FYY6SOPupvu4ZgN5I4u-iOxyu89-lHQbyqkgsLZ61p-1SjeoSTgZnoIvPuOSSTO8cbTxNSaXR6dlSSF3ZqRrv6wC9T8XueaJwR7yL/s400/COL_clear_shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359564270632273810" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917560107181311794.post-44086324579403819372009-07-08T11:20:00.000-07:002009-07-08T11:23:15.890-07:00Alaskan roulette.From <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.drawger.com">drawger.com</a>, by Zina Saunders.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-4Mw4y7QQLe6UKTu7thID-b_SF2T5XQjDCeDPmw-rb2bBK1wS5mNqio6elq2BYgH_9njmVSjHQpNYWxgsfYGx0HkiK8xy1hJFSXL6Fl_Qzn4MFO0dPyFV0HP_F0X8mjTFA9LF6JotmPj/s1600-h/1076974504.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-4Mw4y7QQLe6UKTu7thID-b_SF2T5XQjDCeDPmw-rb2bBK1wS5mNqio6elq2BYgH_9njmVSjHQpNYWxgsfYGx0HkiK8xy1hJFSXL6Fl_Qzn4MFO0dPyFV0HP_F0X8mjTFA9LF6JotmPj/s400/1076974504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356156566642926034" border="0" /></a>Griffin Normanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387970437923969375noreply@blogger.com