But I found out that historical pictures of pugs look more like this one than like the ultra flat faced ones we know today (like Officer BatPug, of the Ballard County Sheriff’s Dept.)
They’ve been inbred and selected for 100 years and more to flatten their faces, bow their legs, and make them smaller, till they have trouble breathing, breeding and sometimes walking.
There’s a movement to return old fashioned pugs to the breeding lines, to restore their health, and change AKC standards to allow them in shows.
…
Queen Victoria raised pugs, just as her great-great-granddaughter, Queen Elizabeth II, raised corgis.
This is one of hers from the 1850s.
….
And here’s her grandson, when he was still the Duke of York, before he became King George V…. father of George VI, and Elizabeth II’s grandfather.
He’s holding one of his pugs, dressed up as his grandmother.
Speaking for Queen Victoria, it’s possible that we were not very amused… But you can tell that he is. 🙂
This shot of a greasy spoon café, bathed in golden sunlight, could easily be mistaken for a romantic image of fading Americana if it were not for
the thoroughly British signifiers such as bottles of Sarson’s Malt Vinegar, a poster advertising a fry up, and shadowy lettering that promises teas,
burgers and chips. The Scottish, London-based photographer Niall McDiarmid has been building a portrait of the lesser-known side of the city for
over two decades, as an antidote to the swathes of coverage documenting newly gentrified areas such as Shoreditch, Hackney and Peckham.
He took this photo in 2016, as he explains: “I had driven by the café many hundreds of times and never really noticed it. However, one Sunday
the low light and heavy shadows jumped out at me like a south London, Edward Hopper painting. I didn’t look at the image for more than six
months and it was only as I began to edit for my latest book Southwestern that I realized that it was central to that series. Summerstown is a
somewhat lost area of London that sits between Earlsfield, Tooting and Wimbledon which until recently was mostly made up of light industrial
units and railway sidings.”
If you can find a copy of her autobiography, “Faithfull,” published in 1994; I recommend it to you.
It is a blunt description of her life to that date (she’s still with us / 76).
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Having a Snarking Good Time in the car with Cleo. I can’t imagine – Claude – where she learned such punnery.
Clara, you can smirk if you want to… but it might be premature.
Cleo hasn’t yet suggested any magazines for you.
…
Anyway, these are hard times for magazines.
I realized a few years ago that, like most people I know, I hadn’t looked at one in ages.
I no longer get stuck with old Golf Digests and Highlights for Children at the doctor’s office, because I have my smart phone, which is like a new magazine whenever I need it to be.
…
I guess it was 2015 when I was going to stay someplace for a week or two, without WiFi or Internet, so on impulse, I bought 3 “women’s” magazines at Costco, which they sell together in a bag at a big discount. McCalls, Cosmopolitan and something else.
They were still more expensive than I remembered, surprisingly indistinguishable from each other, and almost devoid of useful content.
Mostly ads, and a few short articles, half of which were also basically reviews of merchandise, like clothing and housewares, and product links.
I think the cover prices were about $6 each. And just look at the prices on those New Yorker covers we’ve been seeing!
…
Magazines and newspapers are caught in the same no-win cycle as bus fares…
Nobody’s buying. They can’t cover expenses, so they have to raise prices…. which makes fewer people buy.
Owning a publishing company used to be a path to riches.
The Hearsts, the Murdoch’s, the Luces of this world once had a license to print money…
Nor they have to diversify into other media, like broadcasting, cable
networks and internet, to stay afloat, not that I feel sorry for them.
But GoComics too, that is to say, Andrews McMeel Publishing, is also feeling the squeeze, and getting cranky.
Those of you with relatives in Canada; the next time you’re up here, or they come down there, if you like Cheese Doodles either buy some Cheezies (see attachment) or get them to bring some down to you. They put Cheese Doodles in their place. I’m not kidding.
I have never seen nor eaten anything called a Cheese Doodle….
Until a few years ago I thought they were fictional, like Calvin’s Sugar Bombs… just a brand used in cartoons to avoid naming a real product.
Now I know they exist, but not on the West Coast.
We have mostly Cheetos, but also Planter’s Cheese Balls and a few others, but no Doodles…
and people actually argue over which is best.
…
They are ALL brands of Styrofoam bits, with dusty clouds of orange powder on them, the stuff they put in macaroni and cheese, but you’re not supposed to eat it dry.
It gets on your fingers and in your hair, and on the couch.
.
Alfred Dedreux – Pug Dog in an Armchair 1857
The Mistress presides over her domain.
Today’s historical note:
Nowadays that doesn’t look much like a pug.
But I found out that historical pictures of pugs look more like this one than like the ultra flat faced ones we know today (like Officer BatPug, of the Ballard County Sheriff’s Dept.)
They’ve been inbred and selected for 100 years and more to flatten their faces, bow their legs, and make them smaller, till they have trouble breathing, breeding and sometimes walking.
There’s a movement to return old fashioned pugs to the breeding lines, to restore their health, and change AKC standards to allow them in shows.
…
Queen Victoria raised pugs, just as her great-great-granddaughter, Queen Elizabeth II, raised corgis.
This is one of hers from the 1850s.
….
And here’s her grandson, when he was still the Duke of York, before he became King George V…. father of George VI, and Elizabeth II’s grandfather.
He’s holding one of his pugs, dressed up as his grandmother.
Speaking for Queen Victoria, it’s possible that we were not very amused… But you can tell that he is. 🙂
….
If one believes my family’s lore, my uncles sold one to his brother and sister-in-law, the Windsors.
Cool.
But this is George V…
If you mean Edward VIII, the Duke of Windsor, and the former Wallis Simpson, they were his son and DIL.
George VI, father of Queen Elizabeth II, was also his son.
All Windsors.
…or maybe anyone with the surname…
Actually, I got the genealogy confused. It was the Duke and Duchess of Windsor. Exchange happened in their apartment in NYC.
Excellent!
Thanks!
,
Verne?
this is either Cuff or Link (Rocky’s turtles)
..
Niall McDiarmid, Summerstown, 2016
This shot of a greasy spoon café, bathed in golden sunlight, could easily be mistaken for a romantic image of fading Americana if it were not for
the thoroughly British signifiers such as bottles of Sarson’s Malt Vinegar, a poster advertising a fry up, and shadowy lettering that promises teas,
burgers and chips. The Scottish, London-based photographer Niall McDiarmid has been building a portrait of the lesser-known side of the city for
over two decades, as an antidote to the swathes of coverage documenting newly gentrified areas such as Shoreditch, Hackney and Peckham.
He took this photo in 2016, as he explains: “I had driven by the café many hundreds of times and never really noticed it. However, one Sunday
the low light and heavy shadows jumped out at me like a south London, Edward Hopper painting. I didn’t look at the image for more than six
months and it was only as I began to edit for my latest book Southwestern that I realized that it was central to that series. Summerstown is a
somewhat lost area of London that sits between Earlsfield, Tooting and Wimbledon which until recently was mostly made up of light industrial
units and railway sidings.”
…comes from HERE.
The evil ‘black’ cat!
Just helping themselves with some beef heart.
The cat in the kitchen with a knife.
,,.
No tree?
She’s swinging on a cloud.
Nothing to hold up the back of the swing seat.
Exactly.
Details, details.
I agree with happyhappyhappy, but also, note that the rope goes into the swing near the front edge, instead of centered.
Good point.
is the little boy’s left knee off center, too?
His left leg seems longer than his right.
What? I’m right?
Nighthawks never has the answer key.
If you can find a copy of her autobiography, “Faithfull,” published in 1994; I recommend it to you.
It is a blunt description of her life to that date (she’s still with us / 76).
Having a Snarking Good Time in the car with Cleo. I can’t imagine – Claude – where she learned such punnery.
From us. Either that, or she’s been reading Pearls Before Swine.
She’s got too much Sunshine (as if there was such a thing as too much there).
Clara, you can smirk if you want to… but it might be premature.
Cleo hasn’t yet suggested any magazines for you.
…
Anyway, these are hard times for magazines.
I realized a few years ago that, like most people I know, I hadn’t looked at one in ages.
I no longer get stuck with old Golf Digests and Highlights for Children at the doctor’s office, because I have my smart phone, which is like a new magazine whenever I need it to be.
…
I guess it was 2015 when I was going to stay someplace for a week or two, without WiFi or Internet, so on impulse, I bought 3 “women’s” magazines at Costco, which they sell together in a bag at a big discount. McCalls, Cosmopolitan and something else.
They were still more expensive than I remembered, surprisingly indistinguishable from each other, and almost devoid of useful content.
Mostly ads, and a few short articles, half of which were also basically reviews of merchandise, like clothing and housewares, and product links.
I think the cover prices were about $6 each. And just look at the prices on those New Yorker covers we’ve been seeing!
…
Magazines and newspapers are caught in the same no-win cycle as bus fares…
Nobody’s buying. They can’t cover expenses, so they have to raise prices…. which makes fewer people buy.
Owning a publishing company used to be a path to riches.
The Hearsts, the Murdoch’s, the Luces of this world once had a license to print money…
Nor they have to diversify into other media, like broadcasting, cable
networks and internet, to stay afloat, not that I feel sorry for them.
But GoComics too, that is to say, Andrews McMeel Publishing, is also feeling the squeeze, and getting cranky.
And there’s that magazine for dogs Cleo likes a little too much…
Those of you with relatives in Canada; the next time you’re up here, or they come down there, if you like Cheese Doodles either buy some Cheezies (see attachment) or get them to bring some down to you. They put Cheese Doodles in their place. I’m not kidding.
I doubt they’ll make it through customs.
I have never seen nor eaten anything called a Cheese Doodle….
Until a few years ago I thought they were fictional, like Calvin’s Sugar Bombs… just a brand used in cartoons to avoid naming a real product.
Now I know they exist, but not on the West Coast.
We have mostly Cheetos, but also Planter’s Cheese Balls and a few others, but no Doodles…
and people actually argue over which is best.
…
They are ALL brands of Styrofoam bits, with dusty clouds of orange powder on them, the stuff they put in macaroni and cheese, but you’re not supposed to eat it dry.
It gets on your fingers and in your hair, and on the couch.
Nah.
Being on the West Coast all my life, I had never heard of Cheese Doodles either. Never sounded like something I wanted to eat.
I got some Cheetos Puffs.
LOVE today’s C & C!!! sarcastic Cleo at her best. funny!
Yes, she’s quite funny today!