Paris Is Burning

 

Looking for something to blog about, I checked to see if there were any holidays/observances today. I found two.

 In France, it's Bastille Day.

And the other holiday/observance?

Let's hear it for liberation--in whatever form it takes.

 

Quips and Quotations (Fernwood Femme Fatale Edition)

 

1939-2026

...Louise Lasser's Mary Hartman was lethally funny. She was the mirror image of a stretched-beyond-reason reality, to help the viewer see what the media and consumer culture was turning us into.

--Norman Lear

(I wrote about Lasser here--Kirk)

Heat Retreat

 

Today is World Refrigeration Day...

...so just chill.

Signing Off

 

The show about nothing.

The war about nothing.

Wrap party

Smart Art (Chlorine Clarion Edition)

 

A Bigger Splash (1967)

I instinctively knew I was going to like it and as I flew over San Bernardino and saw the swimming pools and the houses and everything and the sun, I was more thrilled than I have ever been in arriving in any city.

--British expatriate artist David Hockney, on the many sun-drenched paintings, particularly those of swimming pools, that he produced while living on the West Coast.

1937-2026

 

 

True Colors Pride

Cyndi Lauper, honored by Outright International this past June 1 for her longstanding support for the LGBTQ community, yuks it up with transgender actress Laverne Cox, who emceed the event. Further evidence, as if any was needed, that girls, whether they were assigned as such at birth or not, just want to have fun.

Graphic Grandeur (Postmarks and Toothmarks Edition)

I once dreamed of living in LA. I also once took a United States Postal Service exam. The latter wasn't a dream, just what was in those pre-internet days a practical goal of job security and a good pension. I got 60%, enough to pass the exam but it didn't put me high on the list, so I was never hired. Actually, I'm surprised I got that good a score, as a portion of the test required memorizing addresses. I can barely remember my own! Anyway, had I gotten a job as a mailman, it would have been in Cleveland, not Los Angeles, and that may have been a good thing if the above chart is any indication, as it would have meant 40 less chances of getting bit. Finally, I ask that you not judge canine mailman-phobia too harshly. According to cartoonist Gary Larson, it may someday be our only hope: