Thursday, October 16, 2008

What's This?!

That's what I've been asking myself so many times this Fall. There are many things I do not understand. Here are just two: What's this? Number 1: was the speech by the ever-elegant Ice Queen, Cindy McCain at the Republican National Convention in which she stated to a nearly all-white audience: "This convention celebrates a special and exceptional Republican Party and the hand we feel on our shoulder is Abraham Lincoln's. Our country was born amidst the struggle for freedom and our party arose from a grand battle for human rights, dignity and equity for all people. We give way to no one and no other party in that cause." Note to Cindy: There is a reason the RNC was nearly an all-white affair: It's because black people don't trust you, your husband or your party. And using your friend Ernestine, a survivor of the atrocities in Rwanda who was in the audience to further your myth of the Republican crusade on behalf of the downtrodden and mistreated: "...She was made to watch appalling horrors..." ( The RNC audience actually clapped right after she said this like it was a good thing to be made to watch appalling horrors) was a new low for a politician's wife. What's this? Number 2: This linen-wrapped little creature with the buggly eyes looks to me like it might bite. At the same time it allowed itself to be snuggled up in fabric and have its photo taken. Anyone who can explain either of these mysteries wins a one-year free subscription to the Gamoo. (Actually, anyone can already have a free subscription.)

Friday, October 10, 2008

Ooopsie Daisy!

Did John McCain really call Americans, "My fellow prisoners?!" 
Why, he's even funnier than Ronald Regan!

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Rest in Music

I went to a funeral today. I sat behind Carl Bernstein and looked through sides of the lenses of his glasses wondering what it's like to need such a strong prescription and wondering too, what happens when he can't find his glasses. People who wear glasses seem to lose them a lot. Then I regarded Bernstein's ears while the eulogies -all sixteen of them- were given. As far as ears go, they weren't bad. Just thought you ought to know. I have an entire movie in my head of Carl Bernstein looking for his glasses in his rather nice apartment. So, if you don't want me making mind movies during your funeral I suggest that you do not have sixteen people get up to speak. Play more music instead. One thing I did tune in for was that one of the favorite songs of the very interesting deceased person we were there to honor was, People Will Say We're in Love. You can listen to it on my playlist below. Here are the lyrics:
Don't throw bouquets at me Don't please my folks too much Don't laugh at my jokes too much People will say we're in love! Don't sigh and gaze at me Your sighs are so like mine Your eyes mustn't glow like mine People will say we're in love! Don't start collecting things Give me my rose and my glove. Sweetheart they're suspecting things People will say we're in love. Don't praise my charm too much Don't look so vain with me Don't stand in the rain with me People will say we're in love! Don't take my arm too much Don't keep your hand in mine Your hand feels so grand in mine People will say we're in love! Don't dance all night with me Till the stars fade from above. They'll see it's alright with me People will say we're in love.
Say you are dead and are somehow able to listen in on your own funeral. Which would be better: to listen to all the people you knew say nice stuff about you or to listen to some good music? If it's true that all angels play are harps, violins and trumpets I'd rather have two or three really excellent speakers and then a whole lot of amazing music. It might be the last I get to hear for a long time.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Balcony For One

For all you urban misanthropes, here's some city architecture to soothe your senses: the balcony for one. It's about a block away from the Jacob Javitz Convention Center and a whole world away from anyone else. So whether your pleasure is sulking on a cigarette or, just taking some time to contemplate your own angst, this building can accommodate the hater within.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

More Ladydog Loo

No, I do not know why the animation begins with Senator Obama's face. It just does.  PS: I know it goes on a bit too long, but it does end eventually.
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F is For So Many Things

F is for Flower. It is also for what the F is up with Blogger's Formatting? Here I spend hours (not really)  carefully composing a post and putting the photos just so and then Blogger software rearranges everything and won't let me design my own blog page the way I want. For example, the captions on the previous photos are all over the place!
F is also for the Frosted Sarah Palin who hates bloggers who don't like her. As you probably know by now, Palin aide Ivy Frye went after conservative Wasilla blogger Sherry Whitstine by calling her up on the phone and demanding that she, "Stop blogging right now!"
If the Alaska Disasta actually makes it  to the White House - mark my words - Alaska will become one giant oil spill of an American Gulag. I'm getting my base layers packed just in case. Fellow bloggers take note.

Ladydog Loo

All the recent blather about "Lipstick on a pig" faded as the country collectively realized what a near total financial failure looks like. We have $400 billion dollars in national debt thanks to the current presidential administration and the Congress. Now, there are ongoing talks about the proposed $700 billion dollar bailout plan. There are lots and lots of smart people and not-so-smart people offering solutions. I don't have any answers. What I do have is one very cute dog so, I thought I'd just share some pics with you:
Ladydog Loo appreciates Fall foliage.
Loo knows how to wear a feather with elan.
Loo appreciates the outdoors and fine art, too.
Loo knows how to make a heart with her paws...
Loo makes an excellent napping partner.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Good-bye Summer

I could not resist a little photo homage to the male bikini. Summer officially ends in one week. Good-bye day-glo! Good-bye leopard!
 

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

It's A Sign

Sometimes life reaches out and shows us unexpected wonders: it's not often I get the chance to pose by a random sign on the side of a country road that sums up the feeling I'd most like to have towards the campaign of Vice-Presidential nominee, Sarah Palin.
(Note the still-living woodland creature just to the left.)

Friday, August 15, 2008

All-American

Normally the Gamoo does not comment on celebrities or bother to quote them because celebrity culture is kind of like the Pied Piper of Hamlin: it melodically sweeps up not only the hungry rats but also the the minds and hearts of the children and impressionable adults and they disappear into mediocre reasoning rarely to return. 
But, megastar Glen Campbell who has sold more than 25 million records during his career was on NPR's Fresh Air yesterday and said something which was so absurd that it deserves a second look:
"I don’t think I’m in the music business to, you know, try and save the world. Or to focus my opinion….That’s why they (the Smothers Brothers) got thew off CBS. They stepped over the line a little bit, I believe. That shouldn’t even be a factor as far as music goes. There’s a war going on. Well, you know, your life’s got to go on. There’s a lot of people try and get their influence to stop this and stop that. They’re not going to stop anything." 
Campbell was referring to the Smothers Brothers and others like them who used their talents and sometimes their celebrity to voice their political opinion in hopes of changing the status quo and stopping the war in Vietnam in order to save human lives and prevent further suffering and devastation to humans, animals and the environment.
It just goes to show that just because one slips on a cowboy shirt it doesn't make one a patriot.
A patriot isn't someone who just says "Why bother?"  But, someone who fights to improve their country based on a solid understanding of ethics. To put it in terms that a man like Mr. Campbell and his ilk might understand, here's Gene Autry's Cowboy Code:
1. The Cowboy must never shoot first, hit a smaller man, or take unfair advantage. 2. He must never go back on his word, or a trust confided in him. 3. He must always tell the truth. 4. He must be gentle with children, the elderly, and animals. 5. He must not advocate or possess racially or religiously intolerant ideas. 6. He must help people in distress. 7. He must be a good worker. 8. He must keep himself clean in thought, speech, action, and personal habits. 9. He must respect women, parents, and his nation's laws. 10. The Cowboy is a patriot.
If celebrities can do anything for the rest of us and actually earn some of the enormous sums they are paid, they can speak up to increase compassion and alleviate suffering on our planet. They can educate themselves on the value of civil liberties. They won't just love it or leave it. They won't move to another country in hopes of escaping reality here back home or the harm that our government has caused. They will be patriotic; they will speak up and do more than pose in haute couture on red carpets. Or cowboy shirts on album covers.