I missed a post on Friday, so here’s some things to think about this morning:
1. My friend’s wedding dress pwned the County Fair
2. Watching “Picnic” with a gay man who’s been prescribed Percoset is mighty entertaining.
3. Remember my favorite Robert Hass poem, “Meditation at Lagunitas,” which ends “There are moments when the body is as/ numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing./ Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings,/ saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.“? I had that sort of day on Saturday, and while there was Betos instead of actual blackberries, it was really close to perfect.
4. Another baby at Blue Moon Ranch–Hamilton! (He’s the grey one.)
Flashtastic! I think I would drive that to the Bat Cave.
Anyone that knows me knows that I would never buy a machine of any kind based on appearance alone.
That being said, my new toy: http://spyder.brp.com/en-US/
I wish I could see an artist’s rendering of a John Deere pickup.
International Scouts are scary.
IH made a pretty good utility vehicle/truck in the Scout/Travelall and pickup.
And I was being facetious about the HD thing- I agree that there are so many better bikes out there than HD. Although if you’re buying a bike based on the ‘pretty’ factor, I really think your priorities are misplaced. IMHO, of course.
I disagree on the Harley Davidson. There are too many pretty Brittish bikes out there to even consider an H.D.
Now if only Deere made pickup trucks….
Yeah, whatever. And Harley Davidson is the best kind of motorsickle.
Oh, Anonymous 1, don’t try to tell Anonymous 2 that there’s any tractor as good as a Deere. There just isn’t.
Anonymous 1 here…j. crew who? [wink] Why do you ask?
To Anonymous 2- many fine farm implements are various shades of red. Massey Ferguson, Case, Allis Chalmers, and International Harvester all have reputations as hard working machinery. I fondly remember a day I spent on an ancient IH Farmall swather in an alfalfa field in eastern Oregon before I was old enough to (legally) drive a car. Looking back, it’s almost enough to make a city kid cry. But I digress…off on a tangent again. Sorry.
That tractor is the wrong color! We all know real tractors are green…..
Indeed, Anonymous, the actual picnic scene is some of the most fantastic, fraught, repressed 15 minutes on film. And Rosalind Russel is incredible.
Also, you don’t happen to know J. Crew, do you?
I rather enjoy “Picnic” and I’m a straight man. That Midwestern angst always gets to me- something about the wide neverending expanses of farmland and the longing of it’s residents to get away from it. I’ve never understood that because it looks like heaven to me. Well, maybe not my first-choice USDA-Prime level of heaven, but a good solid “I could live there the rest of my life and be intoxicatingly happy” kind of heaven.
Oh, and the actual picnic scene in ‘Picnic’ is one of my alltime favorites from that genre of film (second only to the summer fair scene in Peyton Place [yes, I should reiterate again that I am straight]). Something about schoolmarm Rosalind Russell getting gassed and pawing all over bad boy drifter William Holden to the consternation of the blonde love interest who’s name I forget…played by Kim Novak, if memory serves…with the sideline of the nubile teenage girl looking to do something a little wild on the weekend before school starts. All fueled by alcohol in a (supposedly) dry county. But why am I telling you all this? You already know the pleasures of ‘Picnic’.