FINALLY! Something I could actually put on my head without compromising my cervical spine. Minus the squatting, though. I don’t many Americans who squat outside the gym.
Cotton Candy-Headed Ninny Muggins
Category: Photography
Yes, It IS Hot Enough For Me
In sweltering heat, this poor college boy made use of a fan and handkerchief, since the dorm in which he resided lacked conditioned air.
And while we’re discussing undershirts and hot stuff, let me just post this.
Deeee-lish. Yes, please.
And while we’re on the subject of mustaches, how about this shot of Sam Elliot wearing a dandy yellow, rainbow–winged wifebeater?
Beefcake. It’s what’s for dinner.
And maybe a box of chocolates. 🙂
Bob’s Mother On Valentine’s Day
That’s all this little photograph said on the back.
Sarah, Ethel, & Eula
I love Eula’s mischievous smile.
Indiana University Campus 1943
Sitting At The Foot
A woman sits, perhaps speculating about the three maidens who hurled themselves down into the river below, after hearing word that their lovers were lost in the Crusades.
A fellow WordPress blogger was able to take a more current shot.
It reminds me of the Randy Travis song, “Three Wooden Crosses.” It always hurts my heart to see crosses on the side of the highway. Lives lost, people missed.
Time To Consider Astroturf
Although the dirt is red, this ain’t Oklahoma. It’s Ndendé, a town and capital of the Dola Department in southern Gabon. Never heard of the country of Gabon? Don’t feel bad; its entire population is currently about 2 million. Compare that to the city of Houston, Texas, which is 2.3 million. And back in 1964, when this shot was taken, the country had less than half a million citizens.
Above, we see John F. Murphy coaching the boy who is about to receive the ball (let’s hope he doesn’t fumble). Murphy was in the Peace Corps and helped to clear playing fields and build schools, so that the kids wouldn’t be stuck under crumbling shanties made of wattle and thatch.
Below, he and others nail siding on to a new school that will protect children from the elements.
Murphy was also a captain in the Marine Corps, and is now a whistleblower lawyer in Hartford, Connecticut. He was known by the townspeople he helped as one of “les blancs qui travaillent” (the white people who work). A bulldozer operator for the Public Works Dept stated, “It is not myself who will see the progress. It is too late for me. But my children will go to school, and they will learn what I have never learned.”
I’ll Have The Fish
Literal Overhead Bin
She seems so nonchalant about all that pressure on her noggin. For me, it wouldn’t just be the pain, but the balancing issue.
This clever but crazy man constantly shifts his balance to support four carry-on bags.
Again, it looks awful painful. Yet, women all over the world spare their biceps and let their heads do all the hard lifting.
Clothes, water, toiletries–these things make sense to transport on your head, if you’re able. But what I don’t get is this one:
Fat chance getting that goat to stay still.
1933 Austin High School Tumbling Team
The AHS girls’ tumbling team consisted of these five ladies: Henderson, Remund, Silberstein, Piper, and McGill. Remund clearly was distracted.
For anyone familiar with Austin, you will recognize the capitol in the background, before the skyline was a jagged, crowded hodgepodge of skyscrapers.
I love the juxtaposition of the upside-down girls against the vintage cars, but it also raises many questions. Personally, I recall the discomfort of doing Jane Fonda aerobics in my high school cafeteria, especially when the boys walked past us during pelvic raises. One can only surmise how many citizens observed these antics as they passed by in the days prior to registered sex offenders, and how vulnerable these gals may have felt, limbs akimbo. Also, it looks quite painful! What are your thoughts?
Mansplaining Whilst Manspreading
At least he looks comfortable, no? The other fella seems pure-D zoned out.
Here’s another pic of students sitting near the steps. They have all chosen to keep their knees together, like ladies do.
We jump from 1942 to 1956 to another group of seated students. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Who is to blame?
This last seated guy–tapping away on his typewriter–appears to be getting all the propers, while Sally (far right) looks on. What a headline, Georgie Boy! Fan-tastic!
Long Lost Joe Jackson & Holly Hunter Pic
Okay, so it doesn’t look like Papa Joe Jackson (RIP), but it absolutely looks like Holly Hunter circa “Raising Arizona” (desperately in need of some sun). However, it’s just teachers chaperoning a high school dance. Thank God THIS teacher put on a happy face for the dance.
Do you remember those AWFUL cheap plastic cups? Yikes.
Take a look at the students. Do these look like the kind of kids that even NEED chaperoning?
Of course they do! Poor Midget…
You won’t find a pay phone in a high school these days.
I think this last one is my favorite.
What a sexy Travolta!
I Don't Get It 