This is a painting, not a photograph. It’s by the late Ralph Goings, a “name” among the photorealists. His technique was to project a photo image onto a canvas or paper and work from there. The results are sometimes called “hyper realism,” it being more real than real. I‘ve been a fan of this...
As a teenager I worked at a Texaco in the South Park neighborhood, just south of the Seattle city limits. A nice fellow named Lou Spurlock owned the place. He specialized in brake jobs. He had the lathes and the machinery for riveting new linings on brake shoes and a simple machine — basically a...
Among my 1968 calendars is one produced by the Girl Scouts. It features obviously staged photos of Girl Scouts engaged in Girl Scout activities. I can’t say it’s among my favorite calendars, but I suspect that some people — women of a certain age, perhaps — would get a kick out of it.
Leap year...
Gotta wonder if your mother was leaving things unchanged in the perhaps unconscious desire to hold onto pieces of life as it was before your father died.
I’m reminded of a coworker from 30 or so years ago who had no computer, had no intention of acquiring a computer, and saw no reason why he would ever want one.
Another coworker and I told him the day was coming when he would have a computer, for the very reason he had a car — he would need it...
^^^^^^^
That’s it, all right. Their own online presence only confirms it. (Their Facebook page could be the very definition of “food porn.”)
There’s a genuine came-there-in-pieces-from-the-factory diner less than half a mile from here. I do believe it was manufactured to order and not a true...
I couldn’t say. The video is a “budget” production, but that’s okay. I’ve seen much more extravagant ones that were a huge waste of money, in my estimation. At least the tune itself ain’t bad.
The diner itself is the Real McCoy and not a set. I’m all but certain of that. As to its location...
Yup.
There are things to be said for contentment, and things to be said against it. It‘s the mother of complacency, as often as not.
And I suppose there are things to be said for complacency, too, but there’s more to be said against it.
Our German friend opened this thread by referencing a...
Vince Guaraldi Trio’s “A Charlie Brown Christmas” from 1965.
I have it on CD. I recall being in a Tower Records store during the holiday rush 30-some years ago. They had three or four cashiers working and still there was a long line of customers waiting to fork over their dough.
They had “A...
Variation on the above …
Me: Good morning, good sir. Might I have a vodka and tonic?
Bartender: So sorry, my good man, but state law prohibits me from serving alcoholic beverages prior to 10 a.m. But it’s only 10 minutes until 10, and you are certainly welcome to make yourself comfortable...
I dunno, man. It’s not that we don’t see more of that sort of thing in the movies these days, even the “family-friendly” ones.
Interesting that you would draw our attention to those couple-three seconds of video, though. A lovely sight, indeed.
Me, back in my thirstier days: I’d like a vodka and tonic, please.
Bartender: Sorry, man. I can’t serve alcohol until 10 a.m., state law, you see. But wanna have a seat? It’s only 10 minutes ’til 10.
Me: Sure, thanks.
Bartender: Care for a vodka and tonic while you’re waiting?
That’s the world I and a whole lot of other people knew. Goods of all sorts went from uncle to cousin to cousin to brother to sister etc., etc., etc.
If there were any stigma attached to it, it didn’t stick to me, not in my early years, anyway. It was only later, when I found myself in the...
Almost all of them, I’d wager. Further, it’s doubtful they wish to create sets truly faithful to the period. There’s a reason it’s called the “Fantasy Factory.”
The easy part, I would guess, would be not including pieces that post-date the period being depicted.
It’s a hoot to watch Westerns...
Some of ’em …
I can’t recall with any confidence where I found the four boxes of old Shiny Brite glass globes, but it appears I paid all of $1 for each box of six, so it must’ve been a number of years ago.
The top two photos are of genuine vintage ornaments. The last one is of reproductions.
I have an online acquaintance with a young fellow living a couple thousand miles from me. He’s a big guy (pushing 300 pounds, I’d guess) who often dresses in styles dating from the 1930s and ’40s. He bought a house of somewhat uncertain vintage (record-keeping being what it was well over a...
Those “people living like it’s the 1950s” (or 1940s or whatever) news features still pop up every now and then, but it seems not as often as they used to. I doubt it’s that the phenomenon itself happens less frequently so much as that writers and editors have determined that stories along those...
It hadn’t occurred to me that a fellow asking about the appropriateness of wearing a hat to a job interview would be wearing the thing once he was seated and the interview was under way.
But, to go off on yet another tangent …
When was the last time you saw a hat rack in a waiting or...
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