Cartoon Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

Via Eddie Pensier, I had this particular strip tacked up on my desk for years.


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NYC Notes, Part 3: The Cloisters at Fort Tryon Park

Blowhard, Esq. writes:


One of my favorite places during my New York City trip last month was The Cloisters, a medieval art museum run by the The Met located in northern Manhattan. Nestled in a sprawling park that abuts Washington Heights and Inwood, it’s a welcome area of tranquility away from noise and nervousness of the city. Here are a few photos I took.

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Creepshot or Not: Bikinis in the Park

Paleo Retiree writes:

When I solicited thoughts and opinions some months ago about whether a snapshot I’d sneaked of a couple of sunbathing cuties in a public park was a Creepshot or not, some visitors concluded A) that it wasn’t, and B) that the reason it wasn’t was that you couldn’t see the girls’ faces. If the girls couldn’t be identified, so what?

Today, in the interests of muddying up the debate, I’m posting a snap of some attractive young women in bikinis, in a park, several of whose faces can be clearly made out. Visitors: Creepshot or not? What’s your opinion?

danish_bikinisSome questions that strike me as worth mulling over: When women are stripping off and sunning in a public park, how much “reasonable expectation of privacy” are they entitled to? Should it be legal or not-legal to sneak a snap of them? Perhaps it should be considered legal but also rude. Did these women all give the photographer their approval, both to take the pic and to publish the pic? If not, do they deserve to be able to sue, or perhaps just to protest? Should the taking-and-publishing of this photo be condemned?

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“Saving Mr. Banks”

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:


As P.L. Travers, the author of the Mary Poppins books, Emma Thompson projects a grave sort of loneliness. Nested confidently into middle age, yet still grappling with the issues of her childhood, the Travers of “Saving Mr. Banks” uses her literary creation as a bulwark. Fans and business associates she treats as challengers. Travers won’t allow their meddling to threaten the autocracy of her imagination.

The movie, which is an account of Travers’ dealings with Walt Disney in bringing Poppins to the screen, begins as an engaging fish out water story in which the prim, very English-seeming Travers bumps up against the cheery crassness of Los Angeles. And for a while it’s fun to watch this lonely-bird outsider take roost in the studio system of old Hollywood. She brings dryness and formality to the Disney backlot, where everyone is on a first-name basis and no one ever imagines that commerce and merchandising aren’t the natural handmaidens of creativity. The scenes showing Travers, screenwriter Don DaGradi (Bradley Whitford), and songsmiths Robert and Richard Sherman (B.J. Novak and Jason Schwartzman) pounding “Poppins” into shape are among the movie’s most effective. They highlight the collaborative nature of movie making, and with their buoyant stop-start tempo and intermittent bubblings of song they remind you what movies have lost as they’ve become removed from the heritage of the musical.

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Wimmin Singin Wednesdays

Fenster writes:

A different kind of take on Townes Van Zandt’s Flyin’ Shoes: Jonelle Mosser’s piano and organ heavy version.



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Blog Milestone

Blowhard, Esq. writes:


We have officially passed half a million views. Thank you to all the Internet bots who made this possible. Sasha Grey would like to thank our human readers.


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Quote/Recipe Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:


“The Adam and Eve of America,” published by W. T. Ridgley Calendar Co., Great Falls, Montana, 1907

Finally after a couple of weeks’ travel the distant mountains of the west came into view.

This was the land of the buffalo. One day a herd came in our direction like a great black cloud, a threatening moving mountain, advancing toward us very swiftly and with wild snorts, noses almost to the ground and tails flying in midair. I haven’t any idea how many there were but they seemed to be innumerable and made a deafening terrible noise. As is their habit, when stampeding, they did not turn out of their course for anything. Some of our wagons were within their line of advance and in consequence one was completely demolished and two were overturned. Several persons were hurt, one child’s shoulder being dislocated, but fortunately no one was killed.

Two of these buffaloes were shot and the humps and tongues furnished us with fine fresh meat. They happened to be buffalo cows and, in consequence, the meat was particularly good flavor and tender. It is believed that the cow can run faster than the bull. The large bone of the hind leg, after being stripped of the flesh, was buried in coals of buffalo chips and in an hour the baked marrow was served. I have never tasted such a rich, delicious food!

One family “jerked” some of the hump. After being cut into strips about an inch wide it was strung on ropes on the outside of the wagon cover and in two or three days was thoroughly cured. It was then packed in a bag and in the Humboldt Sink, when rations were low it came in very handy. Spite of having hung in the alkali dust and being rather shriveled looking, it was relished for when hunger stares one in the face one isn’t particular about trifles like that…

Buffalo chips, when dry, were very useful to us as fuel. On the barren plains when we were without wood we carried empty bags and each pedestrian “picked up chips” as he, or she, walked along. Indeed we could have hardly got along without thus useful animal, were always appropriating either his hump, tongue, marrowbone, tallow, skin, or chips!

– from the diary of Catherine Haun, who travelled from Iowa to California in 1849, Women’s Diaries of the Westward Journey by Lillian Schlissel

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