Sometimes mechanical reproduction is not the most accurate. In the 1890s, the composer Erik Satie bought seven identical velvet suits, and wore nothing else for seven years. In photos, they look gray: his biographers duly noted that; a record of his music was even entitled “The Gray Velvet Gentleman.” Later, scholars unearthed several color sketches by his friend Grass-Mick that showed the outfit as yellow: it just photographed as gray.
Here comes jolly Mr. Sun!
Won’t you wake me when he’s done?
picnics for nitwits
I never met a man who never met a man he didn’t like that I like.
Why did St. Francis have to preach to the birds? Did it ever occur to him that he might learn from them?
On one occasion, I visited my family out in Oklahoma; and my father wanted to know what kind of beer I drank. I said Guinness, only to learn that he’d never heard of it. In fact, none of my family had; and they were quite hostile to me for drinking some weird foreign beer that nobody had even heard of.
When you cross that busy street,
Don’t forget to move your feet.
Project: a row of geared phenakistascopes, facing a long mirror.
Won’t someone help poor Dionysus?
He’s out of wine, and that’s a crisis.
Today, I heard a newscaster call Arlington Cemetery “Arlington Seminary.”
How very noisy is the bigot!
To hear him bellow, turn his spigot.
(Posted by Doug Skinner)