at the Grapevine Cafe and Gallery in Donaldsonville, Louisiana
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
The artist seems to be Katie Lin, but I don't know anything about her. These murals decorate the blank window recesses on the side of the building, just opposite the lot belonging to the car rental companies.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
- the night when the birth of the Scottish Bard, Robert Burns, is celebrated. He would have been 253 this year.
At a Burns supper one would expect to hear lots of Robert Burns poetry but above all there will be the Selkirk Grace:
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
And of course, the Address to the Haggis:
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Never take a first look at a new moon through glass - it's bad luck;
When you do see the new moon, turn the change in your pocket over for good fortune;
If the new moon forms a cup, then the next month will be dry - it's holding water.
Just now and again, Venus can be seen just above the slightly upturned cup of the new moon and everyone of Pakistani origins is mighty pleased at this resembles the Pakistan flag. I only mention this as I have seen it.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Indianapolis Lucas Oil Stadium.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Here is a newspaper article all about him - it's a bit slow, but does get there eventually.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
And just to wish Pete 'a Happy Birthday' - one who likes coffee, but it has to be instant!
Still Perkin' may not be for her, their coffee is 'real'!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
WHO DAT ----
Don't forget to wear gold and black and NO red, please!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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Thursday, January 05, 2012
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
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