Sadly, I think there are more people who need a junk food free day, and very few who need a special day to eat this stuff.
I’m not saying I never eat any of it… or that a cheeseburger now and then will kill you, or a coke is a crime… I’m not an extremist or a saint.
Maybe I’ll go find a donut for this “holiday” … It’s been months, or maybe a year.
It’s just sad that this is so many people’s entire every day diet, and what they feed their children all the time.
I know, or have known, families that never have a vegetable, in California, where fresh produce is so abundant and even Target and Walmart sell cheap frozen vegetables that microwave right in the bag in 4 minutes.
Yes .. Plastic bag. I know. But it’s better than seeing kids who have never had a string bean.
A “Banner Lady”. My search says this was taken about 1910 … but I think it was earlier. Most banner ladies were late 19th century.
She’s advertising two ways, for Robert Kirk’s Shoe Shop, Kings Lynn England.
One, in person, like most banner ladies, covered in banners and merchandise, and for good measure, like many of them, carrying her message on roller skates.
And second, she appears here on what was known as a cabinet card, a printed photo that served as advertisement for the store, which people collected.( I doubt she was paid extra for the use of her likeness in print.)
Officially, “Un dimanche après-midi à l’île de la Grande Jatte” … “A Sunday Afternoon On The Island Of The Grande Jatte”.
Usually shortened to “Sunday on the Grande Jatte.”
Probably the most famous pointillist painting of all time. It took Seurat two years to paint, with all those precise teeny dots on a huge canvas… it’s nearly ten feet long.
The Grande Jatte, BTW, is an island in the Seine, the river that runs right through Paris. It was at that time the site of a large public park, then outside the edge of the city, which has grown to encompass it, a lovely place to spend a Sunday afternoon.
The latest scoop!
Ok, yeah .. and a lot of old scoops too.
It’s a picture of an ice cream cone, made of ice cream scoops…
It might not be the prettiest picture in the house..uh… sorry…but at least you’d never run out of scoops for your ice cream.
One of my aunts used to use one for mashed potatoes, too… kinda crazy, and you certainly don’t have to, but there’d be enough.
Another aunt had one with antifreeze in the handle… supposed to warm up the ice cream just enough to scoop it. You could feel the liquid slosh around inside. It was sealed, but my mother was afraid it would poison us.
I think that’s a row of them, below the ones with a lever. Shake the picture and see whether they slosh.
What a beautiful princess Kitty. You can tell she’s a princess by her beautiful necklace. Also by her royal attitude, walking in expecting to be cleaned up and fed, ASAP.
I’m wondering whether these weeds are related to the ones in my yard… I didn’t know the real name but we call them burr-weed or sticky-weed around here.
Long strings of thin stems, with sparse little leaves and teeny green buds, which if you don’t pull it all up and eradicate it the moment you see it, soon turn into teeny brownish burrs, which are a pain.
They stick to your clothes, your socks, anything they can reach, including your hair if you bend close enough. When you unwrap yourself from the long stems, the green burrs come with them, but the browner they’ve become, the more readily they break off and stay behind.
Getting them off a dog is a project. And some dogs have been known to grab the stems and run with them, finding it amusing to get covered in them.
“The green fairy” was the traditional nickname for absinthe, because it was green, and allegedly hallucinatory.
This “retro” style poster, it seems to me, is trying to look like an Art Nouveau advertisement for it, but there’s no product name… And the less said about that “fairy” the better.
Being sold on Red Bubble as stickers, created by a “digital artist” who doesn’t give an actual name, possibly aided by AI.
First gear is turning clockwise, second (Large) gear is belt driven in the same direction, third (Small) gear is also turning in the same direction (Clockwise) which is driving the next small and large gear anticlockwise, bottom gear on the right is being driven clockwise, then anti, clock, anti, and final gear is clockwise, so A is struck.
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Sadly, I think there are more people who need a junk food free day, and very few who need a special day to eat this stuff.
I’m not saying I never eat any of it… or that a cheeseburger now and then will kill you, or a coke is a crime… I’m not an extremist or a saint.
Maybe I’ll go find a donut for this “holiday” … It’s been months, or maybe a year.
It’s just sad that this is so many people’s entire every day diet, and what they feed their children all the time.
I know, or have known, families that never have a vegetable, in California, where fresh produce is so abundant and even Target and Walmart sell cheap frozen vegetables that microwave right in the bag in 4 minutes.
Yes .. Plastic bag. I know. But it’s better than seeing kids who have never had a string bean.
Ick.
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A “Banner Lady”. My search says this was taken about 1910 … but I think it was earlier. Most banner ladies were late 19th century.
She’s advertising two ways, for Robert Kirk’s Shoe Shop, Kings Lynn England.
One, in person, like most banner ladies, covered in banners and merchandise, and for good measure, like many of them, carrying her message on roller skates.
And second, she appears here on what was known as a cabinet card, a printed photo that served as advertisement for the store, which people collected.( I doubt she was paid extra for the use of her likeness in print.)
Talk about a walking billboard.
Georges Seurat
Officially, “Un dimanche après-midi à l’île de la Grande Jatte” … “A Sunday Afternoon On The Island Of The Grande Jatte”.
Usually shortened to “Sunday on the Grande Jatte.”
Probably the most famous pointillist painting of all time. It took Seurat two years to paint, with all those precise teeny dots on a huge canvas… it’s nearly ten feet long.
The Grande Jatte, BTW, is an island in the Seine, the river that runs right through Paris. It was at that time the site of a large public park, then outside the edge of the city, which has grown to encompass it, a lovely place to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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I’m seeing a bearded guy with a weird hat.
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The latest scoop!
Ok, yeah .. and a lot of old scoops too.
It’s a picture of an ice cream cone, made of ice cream scoops…
It might not be the prettiest picture in the house..uh… sorry…but at least you’d never run out of scoops for your ice cream.
One of my aunts used to use one for mashed potatoes, too… kinda crazy, and you certainly don’t have to, but there’d be enough.
Another aunt had one with antifreeze in the handle… supposed to warm up the ice cream just enough to scoop it. You could feel the liquid slosh around inside. It was sealed, but my mother was afraid it would poison us.
I think that’s a row of them, below the ones with a lever. Shake the picture and see whether they slosh.
Meanwhile…. Anybody got any ice cream?
Looks kind of like my kitchen utility drawer, only better organized.
Newport News Virginia-1906
I always wonder about town names like that.
Newport News… Chevy Chase… I mean… why? Isn’t one name enough?
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What a beautiful princess Kitty. You can tell she’s a princess by her beautiful necklace. Also by her royal attitude, walking in expecting to be cleaned up and fed, ASAP.
I’m wondering whether these weeds are related to the ones in my yard… I didn’t know the real name but we call them burr-weed or sticky-weed around here.
Long strings of thin stems, with sparse little leaves and teeny green buds, which if you don’t pull it all up and eradicate it the moment you see it, soon turn into teeny brownish burrs, which are a pain.
They stick to your clothes, your socks, anything they can reach, including your hair if you bend close enough. When you unwrap yourself from the long stems, the green burrs come with them, but the browner they’ve become, the more readily they break off and stay behind.
Getting them off a dog is a project. And some dogs have been known to grab the stems and run with them, finding it amusing to get covered in them.
My husband asked if that is a Chia-Cat.
I think we know what Fluffy’s been up to.
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“The green fairy” was the traditional nickname for absinthe, because it was green, and allegedly hallucinatory.
This “retro” style poster, it seems to me, is trying to look like an Art Nouveau advertisement for it, but there’s no product name… And the less said about that “fairy” the better.
Being sold on Red Bubble as stickers, created by a “digital artist” who doesn’t give an actual name, possibly aided by AI.
She’s no Tinker Bell.
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I’ll just say okay…
I have no idea.
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Hey, c’mon!
Every task requires a dog!
If not for actual labor, at least for advice, supervision, and making sure you don’t forget anything. Like, for instance, that you have a dog.
He could hold the light.
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A small circus in Paris, 1973, photographed by Edouard Boubat
Wembley and Fenway.
Their owner must be a sports fan.
And a trans-oceanic one at that.
Baby Screech Owl.
From June 21 to July 21 the day has shortened by 51 minutes.
More or less, depending on your latitude.