Out Of The Hustle & The Bustle
Oh, Snap, Osip
Alone I stare into the frost’s white face.
On New Year’s Eve, I looked into the sky, and white flakes fell. Never had such a thing happened in all of my NYE’s. The dogs’ water bowls turned to blocks of ice. Never had I been forced to boil water in a kettle LIKE IT’S 1891 simply to make my dog’s water be water again. Is this global warming? Texas has forgotten how to Texas.
But Russia never forgets how to Russia. Russians spend every winter staring into the frost’s white face.
Alone I stare into the frost’s white face. Such is the first line of poetry from Osip Emilyevich Mandelstam, whom we will be profiling this winter’s morn. Oh, sip some coffee as we study his life. Who knew the name Emily was just an abbreviation for Emilyevich? Oy!
Back in 1891, when people routinely boiled water in…
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She’s My Pride And Joy
Mr. Barry Howard of Cumberland, Kentucky may be smiling as his hand pats the hood of a new truck, but his wife’s pursed lips reveal more to the story. The truck was bought with funds received from his black lung payments, compensating for the shortness of breath caused by coal dust particles in his lungs.
Come And Get It
Because They’re Minors
Well, they WERE minors back in 1987 when I took this shot. Now their pyramids are probably cheap domestic beers or craft bottle trees.
How To Party Like It’s 1970
Once you’ve worked up a sweat, go grab yourself a glass of cold refreshments from an ancient chaperone.
Dance to the groovy tunes of a guy wearing a headband.
And if possible, be crowned something that proves you’re better than everyone else.
See the envy in their eyes as you rock that crown. Dang, it feels good to be a gangster.
When Your Prescription Is A Generic Instead Of $500
Make Fun A Habit
Luck Be A Ladybug
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum
How Lovely Are Thy Branches
Fisherman Chic Linked To Recent Eye-Gouging
As you can see, the fishermen of Nazaré, Portugal traditionally donned checkered garb and long, wool hats (which could work double-duty as Christmas elves).
Doesn’t he look like Santa’s long-lost lumberjack cousin?
And tradition is not entirely lost to this day.
I Don't Get It 