If you're extremely interested in art, you presumably already know about Olga's Gallery, one of the web's largest and most accessible collections. I've been going there for years whenever I felt the need, as I sometimes do, to look at paintings, or whenever I need to follow up a reference to a particular work of art. You can search by artist, country, movement, or name.
Clicking this link will take you to the gallery for Nicolas Poussin (1594-1665), one of my favorite painters. Clicking this one will take you to Nicolas Poussin's dark and enigmatic scene from Christ's last supper (The Eucharist, painted in 1647), my very favorite. I love the expression on young John's (I assume it is young John's) face.
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In my younger days, I studied music and specifically capital-V Voice. Yes, my friends, at the age of 15, while other girls dreamed of being rock stars (not too many credible women back in those days except Janis, who was already long gone), I wanted to be Beverly Sills. Alas, I lacked only the voice and the ear. I wasn't even, I'm afraid, a particularly gifted amateur. Even so, it was a very good thing for me since I learned what kids today seem not to be taught: aspiration and enthusiasm and even discipline are no substitute for talent. Over and over I saw others more gifted than I win the competitions, the important roles in performances, and the big solos. I can't think of any better training for life than successive demanding and disappointing auditions with judges generally more tactful but no less ruthless than, say, the infamous Simon Cowell (who---I confess---I've seen in action only once, and by accident).
I got a lot out of it. Through my adolescent ventures into territory where I simply didn't have the talent to stake a claim, I learned the joysof participating in the production of a great work of art and also the relief of letting go of the desire to be center stage.
Maybe you've seen this before. If not, you'll thank me. Didn't you secretly always want to play the drums? Doesn't everyone secretly want to be a drummer?
I always did, but---this was back in the Seventies---my father found drumming unfeminine, so it was my younger brother (who really just wanted to play guitar) who got the drum kit. ::Sigh:: As was later made clear to me, I have a poor sense of rhythm and little coordination in any case.
But---particularly after growing up to learn the ritual , mystical, and therapeutic value of drumming in certain cultures---I still have a secret longing to play the drums. Nowadays, it's my quiet husband and my fellow multiple-housing dwellers who oppose it....
So I'm grateful for this site, which appeases my yearnings to some extent, while simultaneously affirming my lack of talent.
This is an Office Max website. It turns out that elves have no necks. I find it....disturbing. But funny. But...disturbing. It's the clapping. It sounds sarcastic.
JibJab lets you "elf yourself" (as it were) so that you can be the star of various animated greetings. The best animated greeting I have ever seen is JibJab's "Menorah Hora" as presented at Zenmomma's. I watched it half a dozen times and laughed and laughed. The Hannukah card with Hora is---in my opinion---way funnier than the Christmas ones. It's something about the fixed smiles (well, they would be) on the characters' faces combined with the jollity and animatedness of the spindly little legs and the shortness of the arms. (Of course it helps that every single person in this family is really cute.)
CROSS-POSTED (ANGLO-SAXON ATTITUDES). The British parody of "Spongebob" adds a whole new dimension to the cartoon. Far from challenging this as "fair use"Viacom really need to get JokeComics4001 on board. This Stephen is kind of a genius. Here's my favorite one: "Sailor Mouth", complete with British swear words. (Not for faint-hearted Americans)
My only quibble is with the voice of "Squidward." I think Stephen made a mistake making him American. He's got that British thing of pronouncing "th" alternately as "v" or "f" which is kind of a dead giveaway. Besides, they lost that languid, Squidward-might-be-gay ennunciation that so exercises "Focus on the Family" and similar groups. I was also a little sad that he got rid of the real Mr Crab's fake west-country accent (the American idea of one). Still: A genius genius.
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