Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
What, exactly, were the lyrics to Joe Cocker's version of "A Little Help
From My Friends?"
They say Joe was so wigged out on various drugs that no one
understood the words of his garbled, mush mouthed version of the
Beatles song ... that is ... until now.
Click on the link below. Pee first.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
We spent most of the day yesterday outside and around our Property ... all of us ... including Ruby, Bean, Mama Mia and Leo. It's not like we accomplished anything. We didn't need to. It was all about the sun, the fresh air, the birds, and things turning green. I found lots of things coming to life in my flower garden but was more taken with our Rhubarb Patch. My photo shows each stage minus the stalk, and that's not far behind.
The leaves first appear in a red pod. Sun and warmth cause the leaves to enlarge and they break a tiny whole in the pod in an "egg hatching" sort of way. From that hole the leaf spills out first and is followed by the quick growth of the square green stalk.
Rhubarb deserts are traditional on The Prairie but not everyone can handle them. You either love it or you don't. I have a recipe that came from Doris Bue, my College Algebra Tutor, that's a Torte combining the filling with a shortbread crust and a topping of real whipped cream. They have a way of taming down the wild sweet/sour flavor of the Rhubarb without it getting too much of your attention.
It's known as an aggressive laxative and slimming agent too, but it's the word "Rhubarb" that gets to have all the fun.
It's very common for a crowd of extras and actors to shout the word "Rhubarb" repeatedly, in a manner not syncronized, to cause the effect of general hubbub. As a result, the word is sometimes used to mean the length of B. S. text in speaking or writing. Stage actors also use the word, repeating in a low or murmured tone, to provide background voice ambiance in crowd or party scenes.
"Tis Rhubarb!" denotes something as nonsense.
The term "Rhubarb" has been used in baseball forever to reference a fight amongst many players or a brawl that will clear the bench.
In Batman, Jack Nicholson/The Joker tells Michael Keaton/Bruce Wayne "Never rub another man's Rhubarb!" as a warning to leave Kim Basinger/Vicky Vale alone.
And the phrase "putting it in the rhubarb" describes driving a vehicle off of the road, and possibly into roadside vegetation. Similar to golf, when your hook shot lands you "In the Spinach."
You know more about Rhubarb now than you may ever need or wanted to. But what you learned here could some day be one of those pieces of knowledge that comes in handy for Crossword Puzzles, Trivial Pursuit, or finding yourself on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Happy Earth Day from The Prairie.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
We found these flowers coming to life ... Sedum. Holly Hock, Lambs Ear, Daisies, Day Lilies, Iris, Hen and Chicks, Allium and Yarrow. And there was one little patch of snow being snuffed out by all the fabulous sunshine.
The Amaryllis has been opening up here inside our Kitchen. God is Good.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Let another person in another world tell you about their sky at http://www.skyley.blogspot.com
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A few years back I spent time in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico with my friend Kelly. She and I share the same passion for Artwork. Don't get us wrong ... we love Girl Shopping, we love Manicures and Pedicures, we love Gardening. We love each other. We love Travel too, and have been to Italy and France together. But beyond these things we love ... it's safe to say that Kelly and I, together, love the search for Artwork in foreign Countries above everything.
On that trip to San Miguel I spotted this painting from the top floor of a Garden Gallery, across a 5 story atrium, from the balcony I was standing on, and the balcony it was hanging on. I put down whatever sculpture I was touching, or left whatever painting I was lost in, and hooked it over to "The Dream". It was a painting by J c Luis ... of a painting by Henri Rousseau. But Kelly and I couldn't make the connection. We knew we had seen it, we knew it was by an Artist of prominence and stature, but we just couldn't put it together.
And I didn't care about anything except the fact that I was in deep lust. It was already mine. I couldn't leave it. I had to wrap myself in it. So Kelly went for the very shy and gracious, not quite English savvy Gallery Hostess, while I whispered sweet somethings in my Paintings ears. I made my offer and Madalena called J c Luis right away. He accepted. I was in Heaven ... except for the knot in my Stummie from the broken $500 Limit On Purchases Vow that Ron and I had made at the Alter of Love.
At first I thought I would just let it show up. But I was so confident that my news was one of the first things out of my mouth when I walked in. He was excited but a little freaked out. The Painting still had a long way to go before it would be hanging on our bedroom wall. The wall that had been screaming for something huge and gorgeous since we had moved in 25 years ago. In the Gallery, it all made perfect sense as to why it had taken so long.
The Painting came to us all the way from San Miguel on the back of a truck. On that same truck was an amazing sculpture that opened the door to my friendship with Shellie, a neighbor who was in San Miguel at the same time. My painting was at the back of the truck and had to be unloaded before she could get her unbelievable Sculpture ... a shapely Woman's bottom with a Butterfly on one of her buttocks. We didn't know each other then but she's our Girlfriend now. And Kelly's piece, which arrived the week after we returned, is another Post in itself. A huge Pedro Friedeberg piece, of row after long row of tiny churches, tiny houses, tiny adobes, tiny mailboxes and tiny something elses. The piece is actually behind him in the photo on his website http://www.pedrofriedeberg.com
What was a one month wait turned into a long three months. At two months I called the "Expediter" at the warehouse storing my new True Love, to inquire about our 6' by 8' Wonder ... Senor' Gomez said, "Ahhhhhhhhh ... Meeeze Keeeler ... we have "Much Beauty" okay and crate. She will be leaving in a few many days". After those many few days, when it was finally hanging on the wall, our dear friend Ken Simmons nailed it when he saw it, " Oh Lar Lar ... do you know what you have here" ?
And so it is ... Rousseau's original painting of The Dream hangs in the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. Ron and I saw it in a Houston show at the MFA not too long ago. And J c Luis's painting of The Dream, which we refer to as Much Beauty ? It hangs safely and soundly here on The Prairie in our Living Room. Ron approves.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I wondered if I'd be telling our company this summer to take the Watertown exit off of I 29, and to look for the billboard with the XXX's. No billboard; however, and it hasn't been brought up again.
It's located on the property my Aunt Lauretta Fox sold to the State and the City when the Interstate came through. This could be her reincarnated self. She would not like this at all. Short of putting up a Church out there real quick, there was nothing Watertown, South Dakota's Rising Star, could do.