WELL, DIAPERS AREN"T SEXY! SHOW US YOUR PANTIES!

"Well, your honor and jurors, viewers and 'watchers', I was just sitting here, modest and demure in my little red chair, reading the scriptures....then noticed that all these famous celebrity men were looking up my skirt.....I felt ashamed, and an 'object'......I'm a nice girl, after all...I'm not Sharon Stone!...really! I plea for a summary judgement or, at least, the ritual castration of those animals.......and I'm totally freaked out that, next year, when I'll have to hem my skirts, shorts and dresses up another two inches to be in 'fashion'....that these monsters will just try to take advantage of my naivety and innocence......I want my pink pony back!"

HOW ABOUT THIS FOR 'COMPLICATIONS'?

DON'T LOOK "BACK"......

Don't visit the tattoo parlor while drunk.....and don't share a joint with the tattoo artist!   

Got A Rocket In Your Pocket?

On watching NEVER LOOK AWAY......Ouch!, I must have stepped on piece of an opaque projector's broken lens

Sold!....to the Ghost of Andy Warhol....for $24,000,000......a bargain at $3.99.......Come to 'The Gallery'....gaze upon the Desperation of Commercialism.......make pithy, smart, fashionably swarthy comments, while disguised as a Susan Sontag 'look-a-like'.....have another foie gras hors-d’oeuvres, dropping beluga caviar on the toes of your $1700 'basketball' shoes.......chat with Park Ave. hookers, on the arms of the Fortune "500"......This signifies 'Arrival' and permissions to establish, for the Hoi, in vintage Armani, the State of 'The Art".....Mr. Banksy, are you ready for your 'closeup' with Lady? Yes...I think I can 'squeeze' you into this 'shot', Melania.....turn around, so we can 'get' your overcoat, please......"How Big is that diamond, Jennifer?....and 'who' are you wearing?"....

WINDOW DISPLAY

John H. posing with mannikins for a Store Window Display......

The Persistence of Memory, or Perpetual Re-Utilization

Listening to a NPR program this afternoon, in which a man was telling a story about a tree that grew in his yard, years ago....When the tree 'got too large', his landlord....concerned about the tree's roots destabilizing the house's foundation....the tree was cut down......the 'tenant' found a seedling from the now defunct tree and planted it.......after the tree was 30 feet tall, again, there were 'issues' and the tree had to be cut down.....   This time, the 'tenant' took one of the  the fallen tree's segments, left on the ground after the arborists left to a woodcrafter who made the wood into a beautiful box, which, now....in itself....not only stored some memorabilia, but was, itself, a nostalgic Memory......Much of the 'clutter' in my home shares its status as Memory triggers.......like this ceramic 'thing' that was: first, a candle stand from a restaurant where I was a young waiter....Sidney's 2nd Act....; then,  it evolved into a stand for a pierced pottery oil lamp; then, a base for a Tibetan orb incense cone burner; and, eventually into a top for opened cat food cans, since it was a perfect fit......Does this make me a 'hoarder' or a 'repurposer'?   Well, I'm not about to toss it to the trashcan!   

THE "FONDLING HAND" Ringholder.....or the 'Grab 'em' by the Pussy/Squeeze 'em' balls table decor.....

The 'perfect' cellside accoutrement for the sexting chauvinists' bedside tables.....well, the rich ones, anyway, that HAVE bedside tables in their temporary lodgings......

Demi does Gaga at The Grammys.....

A far cry from Glee.....after a parade of MTV-ish glare 'n' flash performances of slop-pop extravagances......a pittance of attention-getting Lady Gaga ripoff soulfulness from another ex-Disneyite who's struggled with emotional disorders while lugging the leprechaun's gold to the bank......I would have preferred her to have performed, minus the drag queen makeup and Billy Porter costuming, however.......and 'the truth hurts', doesn't it, Lizzo?....but The Truth was largely buried under all the tinsel, sequins, RuPaulishness of Big, Loud...if vacuous....play-pretend earnestness..........Well, by contrast, Demi appeared....a relatively martyrish Symbol...in holy white.... to the Music Business's 'give 'em what they wantness' of commercial exploitation......The "Formula' has always worked, so why stop...now......Bebopaloolah....sometimes, it's Crying Time...with millions catching tears in 'memory vials'.....  

3 1/2 hours later the stage is 'stone cold', but for the bright lights and clean-up crew, sweeping up all the tinsel and sequins stuck in drying glycerine tear droppings, sprinkled with white powder......