I’m running late today, but I am here! The above A&J from five years ago is a good example of something I mention here rather often. Regardless of what one thinks of the joke itself, it’s a good example of the essential comic strip, one where the words and the art are equally important. Take one away, and the other doesn’t work. No less than Charles Schulz said, it is what makes a comic strip a comic strip.
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Yeah, and every time Sgt Saunders (Vic Morrow) led out a patrol on “Combat”, you just knew either the new replacement or the radio operator (or both) were going to buy the farm before the end credits rolled.
Jackie, I have Cajun friends, and I will gladly listen to their music as long as I can eat their cooking. 🙂 Actually, I like zydeco quite a lot. Great dance music, especially at a place with sawdust on the floor, where ice cold bottles of brewed adult beverages are available in quantity.
Jackie, you know of this guy? Something a little different…Cajun blues.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZXgLK7xKhM
“No sir, I don’t know nothin’ about landing a B-17, I’m just a simple tail gunner from Poncatella , Idaho.”- Dan Jenkins, “Bubba Speaks” Waxahachie, Texas would have been better, Dan 😛
Jackie: “A crested nuthatch just came by the window.” Nothing in the newest, reasonably authoritative Peterson’s is so named.
Three nuthatches, none with crests, inhabit the E. US: White-breasted [simple black cap, grey in female]; Red-breasted [smaller, reddish wash on breast and tummy, grey cap in female, grey line through eye, white line above]; and Brown-headed [also small, brown cap, no eye lines]. Brown-headed is largely confined to the southern coastal states, but not just to the coasts.
Perhaps you saw a Tufted Titmouse, same family as our chickadees and the many Old World tits [easy, now, GR6]. They are common over much of the E. US, but don’t get into Upper MI, N. WI, most of MN, and southernmost FL. Common around Ann Arbor, MI.
“That’s a lovely parrot. ‘E’s a Norwegian Blue.”
“What difference does it make, ‘e’s dead.”
“‘E’s not dead, ‘e’s pinin’. Pinin’ for the fjords.” 😛
Probably was a tufted titmouse. He was crested with little tuft and gray color. I loaned my birding books to Bonnie, who works for me, so she could identify birds. Don’t think it came home. I used to actually look at birds out of my windows using binoculars and an identification book!
Mostly, I like to feed them and watch them. Finally have a squirrel back in yard. Like squirrels too so I don’t care if they eat seed. I’d be like Arlo, “Bring me the bird book!”
I can tell finches and chickadees and the doves! Oh, and cardinals.
Love, Jackie Monies
Speaking of t.v. series where you KNOW no one will last, husband is in watching “Midsommer Murders” on pbs. Village of 453 population, about 5-6 deaths per show weekly, running for about 14 years?
They use that churchyard set a lot!!
Love, Jackie Monies
Mate, that parrot’s not sleeping, e’s dead. Run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible!
Jackie, here’s one for the “religious” people who don’t believe in dancing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0aEHw3vKLg
You know, for years I have tried to run down why Baptists and others disapprove of dancing, but I never can get a straight (or consistent) answer. Not like the arguments you get when they try to tell you that “wine that maketh glad the heart of man,” [Ps. 104:15] is just grape juice. Pooh!
emb, I don’t suppose the “Old World tits” would be in any way related to the Late Middle Age brassieres I was just reading about yesterday, would they?
Thanks Mark. Lily, when Mike was in the wine industry we were once out hunting arrowheads in a cotton field belonging to an elderly Baptist deacon acquaintance of my mom. He asked Mike, as do Southerners, “Son, what is it you do for a living?” Mike proudly announced he was divisional sales manager for Dreyfus-Ashby wines.
Farmer said, “Wines, wines? Ain’t that some form of alcoholic beverage?” Mike admitted it was indeed. Farmer replied, “Son, I will be praying for you.”
Love, Jackie Monies
Mark:
Thank you for http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0aEHw3vKLg ! Mostly I skip various youtube submissions, but ‘ “religious” people who don’t believe in dancing’ intrigued me. I’m sure I’ve mentioned here that wife died only 12 days after confirmed diagnosis of acute leukemia [our 12 days of Christmas 2010], but that we did have time to plan a good funeral. We programmed the congregation to sing that, at a good clip, as we recessed. Worked well.
Peace, emb
EMB- what a beautiful choice! I had never heard this before and loved the words. The Lord of the Dance.
There was not much beauty in any part of my early religious upbringing but I always knew it was not right and rejected what I saw as “wrong”. The world and all that is in it is filled with beautiful things, music, art, dance, writing that man created to express what he sees and feels around him.
Love, Jackie Monies
I’ve never understood prohibitions against singing in church, singing with pianos or other instruments in church, or dancing anywhere, but especially not in the church. I’ve done all of those in my church.
Jackie: Wife was a dancer, and our daughter actually became associated with a professional Chicagoland jazz dance studio as a result of the two of them taking lessons at a local dance studio. Turns out that was not a good move in the long run, but it kept both of them in good shape for years. I cannot dance, but was supportive, and am still friends with gals at the studio, many of whom came to the funeral. Some are dancing well into their 60s, 70s?
Lily, I will wager that you were told to buy Clifton Chennier’s Jolie Blond but it may have been Jo-El Sonnier? Clifton has been dead for almost 30 years but he played for many dances I attended, street dances were the rage in Cajun towns in the 1960’s and I learned to dance the waltz and Cajun two step while gracefully kicking the beer cans out of the way.
Good Rockin’ Doopsie, Sr. played for many, many frat parties I went to. He is dead also but his son, Doopsie, Jr. plays for festivals, jazz fests, tours Europe. Interestingly, I sat next to a charming European going to South Louisiana from South Africa on a long plane trip. He was going to hear Zydeco and Cajun music.
The only language we could find in common was Spanish!
He tried about eight languages before we settled on my bad Spanish!
In my younger days we called it “Chinkey chink” music because it made that repetitive noise. Cajuns love to dance and the men are beautiful waltzers, older men will come up and ask any pretty girl to dance with them.
Love, Jackie Monies
Guess I need to keep perfecting both my Cajun patois and dance steps. 😉
emb, Jackie, Lilyblack, : http://vimeo.com/66213206
This is a church I was a member of in Tennessee. The solo dancer, who spends much of this video on her knees, is the choreographer. Her husband died unexpectedly about 10 years ago. My ex got to attend the funeral and said this woman danced at her husband’s funeral, to praise God and say goodbye to her husband. According to my ex, nearly everyone was crying when she finished.
The pastor is a theater arts major who ended up following his father’s call to the ministry and believes in using all the arts to serve God.
Jackie, you are right! Clifton Chennier was the singer. I am sorry I didn’t respond as many did, and do, but to me, it’s just a meh!
Mark, I would have traveled many miles to have seen that. RIP!
Martine survived once again, that is one bad sniper, if he is indeed a sniper and not her ex-boyfriend, double agent bad guy.
Mark, we have a Lighthouse church here with a large congregation and the ministers are a family who love drama, dance, music, pageantry. My late friend sang in their choir so I’d go to performances. I told one of the younger sons who plays the Devil throughout their Christmas and Easter pageants that I had never actually seen a pageant for either with a dancing devil but that he was certainly the best I’d seen and I’d seen Faust more than once!
Seems having the Devil present at Jesus birth was his idea.
Their pageants are packed and dramatic with lots of staging effects and lots of dancing hand maidens coming up the aisles, that sort of thing.
My friends funeral was unique and filled with laughter, just like she was.
Love, Jackie Monies
Lily, lots of people take “offerings” and memorials out to Clifton Chennier’s grave still. He is even more popular now than ever I think in south Louisiana.
As soon as it gets to be September and a month with an R in it, my husband wants to make a pilgrimage to New Orleans via Lafayette to go eat oysters the entire route. We don’t eat raw anymore but we love fried, grilled, pan sautéed, baked in any incarnation. Especially oyster poboys on New Orleans bread loaves.
I bet your in house chef can make oyster poboys on home baked loaves! Frying oysters in a big cast iron skillet is best way of all.
Love, Jackie Monies
I believe the prohibition against dancing by some denominations was not against dancing as an art form (an expression of beauty and grace with meaning), but was to discourage young people from attending dances which encouraged gyrating, sensual closeness between male and female partners. Such physical closeness was to be between married partners only, and was not for casual relationships for fear of what may come about. Ahem. After observing some problems in recent years concerning the forms of “dance” at some high school proms, I think the old preachers had a premonition!
Jackie, don’t forget the chargrilled oysters at Acme Oyster House in the Quarter.
http://www.neworleans.com/restaurants/wp-content/uploads/sites/9/2012/10/dragos-chargrilled-oysters.gif
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