I am in here.
[Playing: Michi from the album “Sacred Journey of Kukai” by Kitaro] Seriously, I do know something about art. And I know what I like. And I bloody well hate conceptual art. What brings this on is arriving at the local coffeehouse (mentioned before by name, but not now in order not to embarrass the “artist” … Continue reading But I know what I like
I think I might actually know where that sidewalk is… Wait, no. Almost.
So Patti the Decorator just called and informed me that my husband wants to paint our dining room orange. Or red. But mostly he wants orange. Fortunately, Patti knows she should inform me of these times that my husband passes through a bit of insanity, so I can deal with it. He wants to paint … Continue reading Orange walls
As seen in Instapundit.com PHOTOBLOG UPDATE: Here’s a gallery of Israeli body painting photos. No wonder fundamentalist Islam hates them. It’s jealousy! (Safe for work? Not too raunchy, but it depends on where you work. The ones from the Tel Aviv Love Parade are racier, though.)
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