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By bendystraw on October 25, 2005
By bendystraw on September 5, 2010
This week’s CSA share included Greensgrow bucks, which we spent on bread, heirloom tomato salsa, and a Port Fishington cookie.
The resident chickens seemed in good spirits, and there were signs of fall at the farm, including mums.
By bendystraw on November 10, 2004
According to the exercises in What Color is My Parachute, my destiny in life is to be a cult leader. This career path has many advantages over my current position in the soulless office park:
I am now accepting applications for the position of disciple trainee; remember, the best way to become a powerful cult member is to get in on the ground floor. This position includes a great benefits package, complete with Canadian health coverage and a 401(k)oolaid plan.
By bendystraw on January 3, 2013
Behold, a great Christmas present:
Sadly, when I modeled this at work, five out of five people could not identify the character. After I revealed the name, three of five still didn’t know who it was. Time to get a new job?
By bendystraw on October 5, 2005
Thumbs-ups to Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit! Shorter-running cartoons don’t always translate well to full-length features, but the Wallace and Gromit movie is a welcome exception.
The movie is Beauty and the Beast meets Inspector Gadget meets Godzilla, with a lot of bad puns and good music. The story begins with the townsfolk preparing for the upcoming annual Giant Vegetable Contest; everyone, including Gromit, dreams of winning the coveted Golden Carrot. However, there are pesky, veggie-gnawing bunnies who run rampant, threatening to eat the produce and spoil the fun. I won’t give away any more, except to mention that the movie ends with stinky cheese and fluffy bunnies, and what’s not to like about that?
For those unfamiliar with Wallace and Gromit and their previous adventures: Wallace is a homely, cheese-loving, nutty-professor-type Brit, and Gromit is his silent dog who likes to knit. Back in the nineties, this duo visited the moon to replenish their cheese supply, wrestled with a shady penguin and a pair of mechanical techno-trousers, and landed in the middle of a sheep-napping operation.
By bendystraw on September 8, 2005
Today’s arts pick is inspired by the 2005 Philadelphia Fringe Festival. These stretchy plastic bags transform a pair of feet into instant performance art.
The dueling symbolism of this piece thrusts a tremendous amount of tension onto the viewer and leaves many questions unanswered. The plastic medium evokes the material commonly used to store waste. Possibly the subject has been discarded by friends, peers, or a significant other and now wears the melancholy booties of isolation.
Or perhaps the opposite is true: the subject denies the realities of her environment, and she wears the sterile, white foot condoms to form a protective barrier between herself and the outside world.
Regardless of one’s interpretation, the message of the artist is a resounding plea to reject the ever-encroaching sterility and isolation of modern life.
Because it is a roving installation, Good Grief! cannot provide the exact location of this piece. However, you can become your own art by obtaining a pair of the white, plastic booties. Go see Pay Up, a fantastic Fringe show performed by Philly’s own Pig Iron Theatre Company, and the booties are yours to keep. Tickets are selling fast, so hurry.
By bendystraw on November 1, 2004
Happy thirtieth birthday to Hello Kitty, that irresistible, mouthless feline who brings out the inner consumer whore in all of us. Seriously, the Sanrio employee who thought up Hello Kitty should get the Nobel Prize in marketing genius.
My friend Superwoman, maker of apple-almond cheesecakes, organizer of book clubs, and sender of good links, has provided a link to the Hello Kitty charity auction, which benefits UNICEF and Target House. Sample items:
The holidays are almost here, so I’d like all of you to know that I wear a US size 8 stiletto boot. Also, I know that it is illegal and wrong to put Hello Kitty’s face on this weblog; her cuteness makes me criminal.
By bendystraw on October 29, 2004
“Fuuuuuuuuck. Serial killer in the house. What the fuuuuuuuuck?”
“Blow up doll? Who the !#$^%^% *&!! dressed up an inflatable doll and put him in the ^&!! basement? ”
The ensuing investigation revealed that Mr. Stud belonged to the guy on the first floor, Industrious R. Industrious R runs a freelance camera crew operation, a job that entails lots of double parking and lots of parking tickets. The intent was for Mr. Stud to sit in the passenger seat of the illegally-parked camera crew van while Industrious R did his errands, somehow tricking the Philadelphia Parking Authority into easing up on the citations.
This plan, however, was never implemented. Mr. Stud lived in our basement until Industrious R and his wife moved to Collingswood. The day after they moved, I found Mr. Stud’s empty box in the trash and decided to keep it for future use in a practical joke. Unfortunately, I never did think of a good joke, and now I’m scared to throw away the box, lest the neighbors get the wrong idea.
Moral: think carefully before you take an inflatable, action motion Mr. Stud box out of the basement trashcan.