The Met Gala, how could they?
The Metropolitan Museum of Arts has been until recently a fairly august institution, a place to go. Not anymore!
I have never seen the like, last night was more like a trip to a pre civil war New Orleans brothel with the ‘high yellers’ putting on a show. Obscene costumes, one hesitates to call them dresses revealing more than one could possibly bear to see, on utterly revolting tarts, whores and z list celebrities. Really too too much. Most of them needed a night in the cells to reflect. Does the Museum seriously want to promote such images?
I do hope they air the place out today or the unsuspecting will get more than their fair share of cocaine and HIV lurking in the ether!
Well that is another place strictly off my visiting list! Pity, I rather liked the ‘Cloisters’.
I should imagine that those who financed the place in the past must be spinning in their graves!
Been somewhat harrowing round here of late. We finally decided to move into town to our little house. Five acres is just becoming too much to cope with.
Having put it on the market, one more time, we took one look and realised quite how much housekeeping we haven’t done of late! Heaps of crap everywhere. It took spousal unit 10 days to clear the office, to one’s horror, no filing had been done since 2009, oops!
Oranges, marmalade oranges, Seville sour oranges to be precise, no other to be borne!
You cannot buy decent marmalade in the USA unless you buy UK import stuff which is still the cheap end of the market, pretty gruesome stuff. The locals here make marmalade with any old sweet oranges, pallid tepid stuff of no use at all to put iron in the soul of your toast!
This caught my eye in the Vancouver Sun.
Absolutely splendid that no-one turfed her off the bus or asks for a fare! Evidently the Bus company think she is a good marketing tool and are happy to accommodate her.
Mind you, Seattle is full of some VERY strange people!
You can just imagine this happening in London can’t you? NOT! Imagine the fuss of the burka contingent to sitting on a seat previously occupied by a dog! I know who I’d rather ride next to. (Or for the pedants, I know, next to whom, I would rather ride!)
All pedantic comments accepted joyfully as the sun is shining and I’m going gardening. Three four legged supervisors dressed in winter finery will accompany me to see I’m doing it right.
Ross lake hydro power dam, this is where we get our power.
There seems to be a constant litany of complaint that bodies have been moved and some taken to the morgue. Also the site has not been safeguarded for the powers that be. Russia is behind the whole thing etc etc.
I have the following questions.
Everything is ridiculously early, about two weeks so I would estimate.
These are snow peas in my patch of the community garden up in Everson. No deer there and a bit of company from likeminded gardeners. Gives the dogs a break too, they get to supervise more humans.
Preface- LW is BAD, NAUGHTY and generally WICKED, may his tomatoes rot!
That said, and seeing my arboriferous botanical excesses have put me in the hot seat after studiously avoiding such for 5 years, I shall torture you with the following-
Fruits- not I hasten to add on two legs, more the botanical type on a twig , stem, branch etc. Any sort of fruit, veg, wild flowers, trees. The difficulty here is are you sure what is a fruit and what is not? Hint, a carrot is NOT a fruit, excruciating, exigent exculpation will only be offered to those who are botanically correct according to Linnaeus. I’m sure the winner will be able to accord the correct botanical form to such besides the species! Closing date 20th July.
That should cut the field down a bit!!! Am I allowed to win?
PS I am not sure but should I have this on the competition page? As I am a lot better with fruit than I am computers perhaps some kind soul will help out if I should?
Thoughts of tofu on the pet hates blog reminds me of the most dreadfully funny story from my youth.
Tofu always makes me think of the below tale, hence my total aversion to treating it as a legitimate foodstuff.
I was thinking about Soutie’s FIFA blog (with the caveat that one cannot think too clearly having been woken up by the dog dancing a tarantella on one’s guts before 6am!)
So, in suitably malevolent mode, one’s mind cast about on pet hates, (plus it is raining, no gardening). One thing in common to nearly all my pet hates is waste of money, especially public money, ie my taxes, splutters invectives into 4th cup of coffee of the morning! Read more…