Our irregularly appearing round-up of reader-submitted fingers. . .
Youth fingers:
"Grown-ups":
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Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Middle fingers of the month roundup
By Mona Goldwater, Signs and Gestures Ed.
Our irregularly appearing round-up of reader-submitted fingers. . .
Youth fingers:
"Grown-ups":
Our irregularly appearing round-up of reader-submitted fingers. . .
Youth fingers:
"Grown-ups":
The Lake of Fire: a very short tale
By Jack Brummet
[source: unknown]
A man died and found himself in limbo, waiting in a long line for judgment.
The man saw that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates. Others were led over to Satan, who threw them into a lake of fire. Every so often, instead of hurling a condemned soul into the lake of fire, Satan would toss him or her off to one side.
After watching Satan do this several times, the men's curiosity got the better of him. He strolled over The Great Deceiver.
"Excuse me, there, Your Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, and I couldn't help wondering why you toss some people off to the side instead of flinging them into the fires of hell with the others?"
"Ah," Satan said with a grin. "Those people are from Seattle. I'm just letting them dry out so they'll burn."
The man saw that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates. Others were led over to Satan, who threw them into a lake of fire. Every so often, instead of hurling a condemned soul into the lake of fire, Satan would toss him or her off to one side.
After watching Satan do this several times, the men's curiosity got the better of him. He strolled over The Great Deceiver.
"Excuse me, there, Your Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, and I couldn't help wondering why you toss some people off to the side instead of flinging them into the fires of hell with the others?"
"Ah," Satan said with a grin. "Those people are from Seattle. I'm just letting them dry out so they'll burn."
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Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Poem: [The Cloud Endures]
By Jack Brummet (with assistance from The Poetry Generator)
1
The cloud endures like a red sun.
Winds calmly rise like a dead captain.
2
Love, adventure, and anger.
Work, anger, and death.
3
Laughter, anger and death.
The dusty skyscraper grabs the truck.
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The cloud endures like a red sun.
Winds calmly rise like a dead captain.
2
Love, adventure, and anger.
Work, anger, and death.
3
Laughter, anger and death.
The dusty skyscraper grabs the truck.
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Poem: Coyote Comes Home Like A Salmon
By Jack Brummet
Crossing real estate lines
That mean nothing to him,
Coyote traverses the pale fog
Driven in from the sea.
He has a loan of time
To walk through his old salal tangled home.
Sneaking through nettles and Oregon grape,
He carries his battered canoe
Along magnolia darkened clay
Back where he grew from whelp to pup.
Down whitewater roiling over boulders
He feathers the current with his paddle,
Turning in the current like a leaf.
The spent river slinks into the sea.
Pipers spoon their bills in the sand for clams
And robins claw at earthworms.
A diving hawk sends smaller birds
Tumbling into hysterical flight.
His bones feel fragile as obsidian
As he watches the green Kalopanish stop
And they all come to the end:
The river, the creek, and God's old friend.
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That mean nothing to him,
Coyote traverses the pale fog
Driven in from the sea.
He has a loan of time
To walk through his old salal tangled home.
Sneaking through nettles and Oregon grape,
He carries his battered canoe
Along magnolia darkened clay
Back where he grew from whelp to pup.
Down whitewater roiling over boulders
He feathers the current with his paddle,
Turning in the current like a leaf.
The spent river slinks into the sea.
Pipers spoon their bills in the sand for clams
And robins claw at earthworms.
A diving hawk sends smaller birds
Tumbling into hysterical flight.
His bones feel fragile as obsidian
As he watches the green Kalopanish stop
And they all come to the end:
The river, the creek, and God's old friend.
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Fritz Kahn's industrial palace
Stuttgart, 1926. Chromolithograph. National Library of Medicine.
Fritz Kahn
(1888-1968)
[author]
(1888-1968)
[author]
Kahn’s modernist visualization of the digestive and respiratory system as "industrial palace," really a chemical plant, was conceived in a period when the German chemical industry was the world’s most advanced.
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click to enlarge
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Monday, August 05, 2013
A Marilyn Monroe Poem
By Jack Brummet, Poetry Ed.
From Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe by Farrar, Straus and Giroux (First Edition October 12, 2010, ISBN-10: 0374158355)
Only parts of us will ever
touchonly parts of others –
one’s own truth is just that really — one’s own truth.
We can only share the part that isunderstood by within another’s knowing acceptable to
the other — therefore so one
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature — at bestthough perhaps it could make
our understanding seekanother’s loneliness out.
From Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe by Farrar, Straus and Giroux (First Edition October 12, 2010, ISBN-10: 0374158355)
Only parts of us will ever
touch
one’s own truth is just that really — one’s own truth.
We can only share the part that is
the other — therefore
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature — at best
our understanding seekanother’s loneliness out.
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Sunday, August 04, 2013
MOHAI's fantastic new home in South Lake Union
By Jack Brummet, Seattle Ed.
The Museum of History and Industry opened this year in Seattle in a beautiful new (to them) building (a converted armory) and location. At any given time, they display around 2% of their collection.
The exhibits were excellent and their collection (four million items and growing) is amazing.
In mid-20th century Seattle, the hydroplanes were the coolest thing that happened in town. We would know the names of all the boats and drivers. One of my dad's friends, Bill Brow a/k/a The World's Fastest Milkman, drove Miss Burien (he would die in a race in Florida in the late 60's). It was cool seeing this at MOHAI today, since the annual hydroplane races are happening this weekend.
The Museum of History and Industry opened this year in Seattle in a beautiful new (to them) building (a converted armory) and location. At any given time, they display around 2% of their collection.
The exhibits were excellent and their collection (four million items and growing) is amazing.
The new MOHAI, in a converted armory on the shore of South Lake Union
Some random snapshots of various objects in the museum:
The sign from the notorious, now defunct Lusty Lady, an all-female owned strip club on Second Avenue
The old sign from the Doghouse, a 24 hour dive that everyone loved
Amazing early triple bill (with Nirvana as the bottom-liners)
a poster from the 1999 WTO protests that made world-wide news
A display about a machine that enabled processors to can meat and fish.
These are maybe half of the brands of salmon on display.
Bill Gates' notebook
The Log Lady from Twin Peaks
The sign that used to sit atop the Rainier Brewery next to Interstate-5
A sign from a famous gay bar in Pioneer Square -- lots of disco, I remember
A speaker from Mark Lanegan's band Screaming Trees
An ancient wooden tugboat
An early Boeing airplane. They were made of spruce!
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Saturday, August 03, 2013
Drawing: Faces No. 528 - Sand In His Boots
By Jack Brummet
"He brought the war home with him./Still got sand in his boots." - Guy Clark
"He brought the war home with him./Still got sand in his boots." - Guy Clark
click to enlarge
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Friday, August 02, 2013
The Original Harley Davidson plant (ca. 1903)
The Harley-Davidson® 10x15 foot factory/shed in 1903. They produced every 'cycle for the next couple of years here, until they outgrew it. [Photo by Harley-Davidson®]
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