Middle fingers of the month, No. 26 (subset: women giving the finger, part 3)

By Mona Goldwater, Gestures and Signs Editor


A new roundup of middle fingers.   About half of these were sent in by readers...  /Mona

Kathy Griffin

this is "someone," but I don't know who...

Some of my selected recent finger compilations on All This Is That

All This Is That: Middle finger of the day: the sun gives earth the finger

All This Is That: Middle Finger of the day, No. 24

All This Is That: Middle Finger of the day, No. 23

All This Is That: Middle finger of the day No. 20 ("the girls can do it too"). 

All This Is That: Middle finger of the day No. 21 ("the women can do it ...

All This Is That: Finger of the day, No. 22

Finger of the day:  More celebrity fingers

Big Bird Gives The Finger

Political Fingers

Middle fingers of the month

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Damaged Slide

A damaged slide of Jack by Keelin Curran, 
"restoration (scraping some strange goo off the slide)"/digitization by Jack Brummet

Keelin took the shot, and it sat in a box for decades. I don't know how it got damaged (none of the others were), but it's pretty cool. I don't know if they still have these cars on Amtrak--it's like an observation car with a big round dome on top...

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Photo: Arkeo-Corinth at Sunset

By either Jack Brummet or Keelin Curran, 1982, Corinth, Greece

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Land crabs in Bucerias

by Jack Brummet, Mexico Travel Editor

One night last week in Bucerias, we were watching a movie in our casa after dinner.  Keelin heard a noise and walked over to investigate.  She didn't quite eek, but she had found something.  We turned down the volume on the movie and you could hear it walking, clicking, across the floor.  It skittered under the couch, which Señor Daveed and I moved.  Standing on the floor looking up at us was a land crab.

We had never seen one before in all our trips there.  I don't know much about them other than crabs run the spectrum from fully aquatic to fully terrestrial.  Even the most fully terrestrial land crabs must return to the sea to lay their eggs, so they don't live too far from the beach.  In our case, the beach was about half a block west of us.  It would have gotten pretty interesting if, say, thirty of them had invaded our house. . .

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Faces No. 287 - at the airport

Drawing by Jack Brummet

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Poem: The first blossoms, leaves, and shoots of spring

By Jack Brummet

The dappled grey, mottled rust,
And crumbling mustard leaves and fronds
Tumble to the beckoning loam in the fall,

Sinking to the brown earth
Like we all do
Sooner or later,

But they do it every year,
Reincarnated in green 

For one more run at life above the earth.

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Isn't it time we brought back Micro-Fluff?

-click to enlarge-

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Faces No. 286 - Four

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The Mexican version of the Indie band Econoline Van

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Francisco Villa and Emiliano Zapata tote bags

Not unlike Che, I'm not sure if Zapata or Villa would laugh or cry at the way their images are used these days.

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Forigners -- hijacked found sign from Nayarit

Maureen's comment:   I took lessons from him for a week straight and my Spanish got worse. I do not recommend this teacher.

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Shaggy Dog Story No. 16 - The Blarney Fisherman

A man was stopped by a game warden with two ice chests of fish, leaving a river well known for its fishing. The game warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?" The man replied, "No, my friend, I don't have a license. These here are my pet fish." The game warden replied, "Pet fish?" "Yessir," the man said. "Every night I take these fish down to the river and let them swim around for a while. Then I whistle and they jump right back into this ice chest and then I take them home." The game warden said "That's a bunch of nonsense! Fish can't do that!" The man looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "Sir, it's the truth. I'll show you. It really works." The incredulous game warden replied, "Okay, I've GOT to see this!" The man poured the fish into the river and stood and waited for a while. After quite a few minutes the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?" "Well, what?" said the man. "When are you going to call them back?" asked the game warden. The man replied, "Call who back?" "The FISH!" "What fish?" ---o0o---