"Crayons!" ... "The Arts: (some of 'em)"
"Crayons!" ... "The Arts: (some of 'em)"
Today’s Theme … “The Arts (some of ‘em)!”
• Take an afternoon to enjoy a local art gallery featuring some of the works of the masters like Picasso, van Gogh or Pissarro. When no one’s looking, shuck off your shoes, run as fast as you can, and see how far you can slide in your stocking feet.
• Open an art gallery with nothing on the walls. Then invite people to enter and be greeted by forty guys who say nothing but, “Hi, I’m Art!”
• Just once, I'd like to be in the clinic and hear the tech declare, "I'm here to draw blood!" have her don a beret, produce an easel, scribble furiously and hand me a paper with every spot covered in crimson red.
• America being torn apart over removal of Confederate statues. What's next? Will Germans commence removal of all their Hitler park statues?
• Don’t take this wrong, but if you know more quotes from “The Art of War” author Sun Tzu than you do Fred Rogers you’re probably a jerk. Here’s one from Fred: “Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of people.”
• Calling any film about statues a motion picture is blatant fraud.
• Purchase “The Art of Happiness: A Handbook for Living,” by the world’s leading authority on happiness, the Dalai Lama. Read it while eating a big plate of cookies.
• Explain how Leonardo da Vinci understood how terminal velocity could allow man to fly and how Fred duh Vinci had no idea what any of that means.
• I’d like to see them take all the statues of canceled historic figures (Lee, Paterno, ect.) And put 'em all on a really, really big chess board in some national park and let MAGAs vs progs compete and learn ways to constructively deal with all our their withering animosities.
Randoms …
• You can play a mean bluegrass banjo or country fiddle here on earth & it won't matter one bit. Once you get to heaven, everyone's in a soul band.
• It’s a brazen betrayal of the sturdy container's very existence but most recycling bins cannot be recycled.
• I once imagined my life would include an era of depravity where I reveled in the dark cravings of the sordid flesh. Alas, the time for such wanton behavior has passed. Today, my idea of depravity is eating ice cream before lunch in a room where my wife and kids can see me.
• Just once, I'd like to be in the clinic and hear the tech declare, "I'm here to draw blood!" have her don a beret, produce an easel, scribble furiously and hand me a paper with every spot covered in crimson red.
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