We’ve raised the topic of Yang’s Strawberry and Produce Stand in a previous post, and one of these days we’ll attempt to estimate what their collective nutritional impact on the region has been, but in the meantime, consider this as I was prompted to consider it:
Mea culpa.
We’re rotating on a spherical planet that revolves around a relatively nearby star in a dynamic solar system that is part of a moving galaxy along with others in an ever-expanding universe.
Who’s side are you on?
Scripted in what sense? In practically every conceivable way: Parallel, pre-polarized, non-interactive, counter-directional, anti-dialogical, communication.
This is the image that came to mind.
Here’s the image in sepia tone, as modified in iPhoto:
I did the original in Paper 53 in color:
2nd post for this. Discovered a spelling error. Assistant’s on vacation. Tough since I’m uploading this post using a piece of yarn as my internet connection from our room at Ragged Point Inn at Big Sur, where one should be listening to the waves crashing in even though they’re hundreds of feet below.
Had to discharge this image to free up cognitive capacity for others.
I repeat, “Quality Purposes.”
My favorite cartoon along these lines has this sort of caption: You have reached the Urology Department, please hold…..”
Doesn’t it seem like the record-breaking profits that some companies are enjoying defy the law of gravity and somehow float upwards into the execusphere? They sure don’t seem to be recirculated into customer service, do they?
Back finally at portfoliolongo.com west coast headquarters. Direct flights can’t be beat! Only one delay at PIT with a guy and his hand-held electronic device at the gate; other than that and the woman snoring behind us, smooth sailing!
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With so many airport related topics right before my very eyes, here’s what came to mind. I think the idea surfaced in relation to all the hubbub about the Hobby Lobby decision, about which I’ve already opined. We see what we see.
I don’t want to make light of this because it may be one of our most important projects, this notion of “finding one’s voice.” I’ve given it some study and thought; I’m a huge fan of Vygotsky, Bakhtin, and countless others…long story… I just wonder if it’s something that happens within a single instance (see image below), like at 3:30 am on a Tuesday or if it’s something that unfolds over time. It’s a big world, and there’s a whole lot of human variation; so, can I buy a vowel?
Practically unrelated except for the refrigerator…a seminary-class doodle from the mid 1980s.
