Did you notice that this delicate wildflower is actually fauna, not flora?
It’s Empusa pennata, or the conehead mantis…. a species of praying mantis native to most countries surrounding the Mediterranean.
The description on Wikipedia says you can tell it from the common mantis by the protrusion on its head. Really? Doesn’t even mention that you can differentiate it from a common green praying mantis because it looks like a big pink flower!
It lies in wait for unsuspecting bees and flies, and can swiftly turn to grab them.
Actually, it’s the females that look the most like this; the males are smaller and can be more drab.
In any case, I don’t recommend bringing home a bouquet of them
I read about the pushers in Japan years ago… It was said that the job actually started on New York City trolleys before WWI, and continued well into the 20th century.
I live in a chicken farming area, and I know chicken sexers exist too. So do cow inseminators… You don’t even want to know how that works.
The one I doubt is fortune cookie writers… There are so few messages, and they’re so slow to change, it just couldn’t be a full time job. I rarely have a fortune cookie, but if I do, I might get the same message as I found in 1978.
And especially not in China… They don’t have fortune cookies in China, except that nowadays, I’m told, you might get them in a tourist spot. They’re considered American.
A Chinese American friend brought a box to China, as a joke, when he went to meet his relatives, around 2005… Even though they had some Chinese writing on the fortunes, they thought it was a souvenir of the US.
Giant frying pan installation by artist Andrew Hankin, titled “We’re fryin’ out here”.
From the Sculpture by the Sea exhibition, in Sydney, Australia, October 22, 2014, featuring dozens of sculptures, by artists from 16 countries, lining the coastal path between Sydney’s Bondi Beach and Tamarama Beach.
I understand the cruelty of tripping someone when a bear is coming…
So a friend promising not to trip you would be odd, cos I would just expect my friends not to throw me to a bear, but sort of makes sense.
I have to admit, though, that I don’t understand what the park service would be trying to say with this sign.
Just ran into a picture, while looking for something else, that brought back a memory…
Most of my life, until I left for college at 17, my parents enforced early bedtimes.
But in my senior year of high school, for some reason they decided that we could stay up on Saturday nights to watch something on TV… funny, I can’t even remember what… that didn’t get over until I think 10:30pm.
They retreated to their bedroom, and my sister didn’t want to stay up anyway… So my brother and I would watch TV in the living room.
They’d fall asleep, assuming we’d go to bed when our program ended, because we were always obedient. It wasn’t a good idea in our household NOT to be.
But he and I would often stay up and watch the late movie… our little secret. They were usually very old… It’s how I got interested in Hollywood classics, though I couldn’t ask my mother any questions about them, cos we were supposed to be in bed.
We saw some really early Tarzan movies that they didn’t even show at the kiddy matinees… And I think one reason was the pre-code costumes.
After a few years, Jane apparently found some Hollywood designers wandering in the jungle, and became rather fashionable in her cute leather dresses… But in the early 1930’s, she dressed like a cartoon. Actually so did Tarzan.
My brother and I would make mock bets on when the strings would break, though to his disappointment, they never did
Maureen O’Sullivan and Johnny Weismuller, Tarzan and His Mate, from 1934:
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In case you haven’t noticed, it’s EMPTY!!!
“What’s wrong with this picture?”
blurry…too blurry
Motion blur.
Hard to get motion blur with my hounds. (Hard to even get motion with them sometimes!)
Well – someone had emptied that bowl real quick…
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You gotta be kidding me!
Did you notice that this delicate wildflower is actually fauna, not flora?
It’s Empusa pennata, or the conehead mantis…. a species of praying mantis native to most countries surrounding the Mediterranean.
The description on Wikipedia says you can tell it from the common mantis by the protrusion on its head. Really? Doesn’t even mention that you can differentiate it from a common green praying mantis because it looks like a big pink flower!
It lies in wait for unsuspecting bees and flies, and can swiftly turn to grab them.
Actually, it’s the females that look the most like this; the males are smaller and can be more drab.
In any case, I don’t recommend bringing home a bouquet of them
Ain’t nature wonderful?
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Okay, I admit… I didn’t recognize anybody….. Even though there’s one I usually notice right away in other pictures.
So I had a little discussion with my dear friend Google…
Who led me to a bunch of sites that only said….
Identified three people, and didn’t even say whether the rest were cast, crew, or ??
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Aw c’mon… Haven’t you heard of kitties making biscuits?
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another Hopper watercolor
House by the Railroad
Two other houses…
The first is actually a photograph (uncredited in my search) of the film set used in “Psycho”.
The second is another Hopper, but an oil on canvas:
House by the Railroad …Edward Hopper
Haverstraw, New York, 1925
Dead giveaways: Shadow in the window, title above…
“Haskell’s House,” Edward Hopper
Massachusetts, 1924
Watercolor over graphite on paperboard
National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC
Eddie Haskell? That would explain a lot…
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Kinda hard on the ol’ tail.
Wears out the seat of yer pants. If yer wearin’ pants.
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I read about the pushers in Japan years ago… It was said that the job actually started on New York City trolleys before WWI, and continued well into the 20th century.
I live in a chicken farming area, and I know chicken sexers exist too. So do cow inseminators… You don’t even want to know how that works.
The one I doubt is fortune cookie writers… There are so few messages, and they’re so slow to change, it just couldn’t be a full time job. I rarely have a fortune cookie, but if I do, I might get the same message as I found in 1978.
And especially not in China… They don’t have fortune cookies in China, except that nowadays, I’m told, you might get them in a tourist spot. They’re considered American.
A Chinese American friend brought a box to China, as a joke, when he went to meet his relatives, around 2005… Even though they had some Chinese writing on the fortunes, they thought it was a souvenir of the US.
Well, I know about the cow thing.
I have assisted.
Had a friend at work who did that as a second job. He also raised highy-regarded quarter horses. Interesting life, modern cowboy.
Only one leg to stand on?
Line standers have been in high demand lately, mostly at airport security lines.
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Giant frying pan installation by artist Andrew Hankin, titled “We’re fryin’ out here”.
From the Sculpture by the Sea exhibition, in Sydney, Australia, October 22, 2014, featuring dozens of sculptures, by artists from 16 countries, lining the coastal path between Sydney’s Bondi Beach and Tamarama Beach.
“It’s déjà vu all over again.”
(Yogi Berra)
Must be a Texas panhandle — an Alaskan panhandle never gets that hot!
Well, he’s Australian… So it must be an Aussie panhandle.
If you’re going to say, but there isn’t a panhandle in Australia…
I will point out that there is… It’s right there in the picture.
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As the expression goes, these days…
“His recipes are fire!”
Didn’t recognize the young man….
But most of us probably know from his later picture …
He certainly is. Think Robin Williams before there was a Robin Williams.
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I understand the cruelty of tripping someone when a bear is coming…
So a friend promising not to trip you would be odd, cos I would just expect my friends not to throw me to a bear, but sort of makes sense.
I have to admit, though, that I don’t understand what the park service would be trying to say with this sign.
Looks like they’re saying that there’s going to be a bear attack
no matter what, so deal with it
Street Art by Won ABC. Tribute to Jimi Hendrix, Leicester, UK.
Golden Eagle – with the snow capped mountains of the Cairngorms, Scotland, in the background.
Just ran into a picture, while looking for something else, that brought back a memory…
Most of my life, until I left for college at 17, my parents enforced early bedtimes.
But in my senior year of high school, for some reason they decided that we could stay up on Saturday nights to watch something on TV… funny, I can’t even remember what… that didn’t get over until I think 10:30pm.
They retreated to their bedroom, and my sister didn’t want to stay up anyway… So my brother and I would watch TV in the living room.
They’d fall asleep, assuming we’d go to bed when our program ended, because we were always obedient. It wasn’t a good idea in our household NOT to be.
But he and I would often stay up and watch the late movie… our little secret. They were usually very old… It’s how I got interested in Hollywood classics, though I couldn’t ask my mother any questions about them, cos we were supposed to be in bed.
We saw some really early Tarzan movies that they didn’t even show at the kiddy matinees… And I think one reason was the pre-code costumes.
After a few years, Jane apparently found some Hollywood designers wandering in the jungle, and became rather fashionable in her cute leather dresses… But in the early 1930’s, she dressed like a cartoon. Actually so did Tarzan.
My brother and I would make mock bets on when the strings would break, though to his disappointment, they never did
Maureen O’Sullivan and Johnny Weismuller, Tarzan and His Mate, from 1934:
One of the early films had some underwater shots of the female lead (NOT Jane, IIRC) swimming in the altogther.
I didn’t think about it then, but now I wonder who Tarzan had for a barber.
And how does he get such a close shave every day?
Well, he’s probably the barber’s only customer, so he can get all the appointments he wants.
Like one for a shave every day, and as the expression goes, twice on Sunday.