Donald's Holy Head

Donald's holy head, my graciousness butt-crack sandwich.

Donald is a freak like me and always will be and that is why he hangs out on the edge of the woods at the end of the field during recess.

He's the only one over there and he walks back and forth thinking about something that is consuming his life and everything he thinks he knows about it.

His petty little mind is probably full of the dark things that mine is, but he don't know how to be the master of his universe, to blend in and charm and awe like me.

Donald's short life is written all over his long face.

More

More perturbing tales about the Blackfoot Indians and how cleaning your oven can be toxic.

Where It Counts

"The federal government is sending each of us a $600 rebate.

If we spend that money at Wal-Mart, the money goes to China.

If we spend it on gasoline, it goes to the Arabs.

If we buy a computer it will go to India.

If we purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras and Guatemala.

If we purchase a good car it will go to Germany.

If we purchase useless crap, it will go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy.

The only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it on prostitutes and beer, since these are the only products still produced in the United States.

I've been doing my part."

Dr. Marc Faber
Investment Analyst and Entrepreneur

Hunt Slonem

Hunt Slonem in purple suit.

Pose As A Friend, Work As A Spy

Knowing about your rival is critical.

Use spies to gather valuable information that will keep you a step ahead.

Better still: Play the spy yourself. In polite social encounters, learn to probe. Ask indirect questions to get people to reveal their weaknesses and intentions.

There is no occasion that is not an opportunity for artful spying.

Bill Reid Hollywood Producer

"Another script edited within an inch of its life. Another day."

Peggy Guggenheim

Paul Bowles had invited me to Ceylon, where he had bought a little island. It was the southern-most inhabited spot in the Indian Ocean, fantastically beautiful and luxuriant, with every conceivable flower and exotic plant from the east. The house resembled the Taj Mahal, as it was built in octagonal form. We all lived there together in separate rooms divided by curtains, we being Paul, his wife Janie, Ahmed, a young Arab primitive painter of great talent, and an Arab chauffeur, who seemed rather sad without the Jaguar car, which had been left behind in Tangier, Paul's other home.

In order to get to the island one had to pick up one's skirts and wade through the Indian Ocean. There was no bridge or boat. The waves usually wet one's bottom, even though the distance walked could be done in one minute and a half. It was terribly unpleasant to go about all day with a wet bottom, but there was no other way. The beauty of the surroundings made up for all the inconveniences, which were many. There was no water on the island and the servants had to carry it over on their heads. This made bathing, apart from sea-bathing, virtually impossible. But there was a raft just below the house and the swimming was superb. The beach opposite was skirted with coconut palms, and there were narrow fishing craft with beautiful Singalese fishermen riding them astride. It was another world. . . .

3 Wheelbarrels

1. too many wheelbarrel fires

2. honest, sincere wheelbarrel

3. naked person in wheelbarrel

Even More Cowgirls

Outside, it's turning warm. Folks in the less respectable tenements are beginning to take the evening air from their fire escapes.

Down the street, the Puerto Rican husbands have moved their domino games onto the sidewalks.

The little bow-wows and woof-woofs are starting to pant again.

Julie Christie

The delectable Julie Christie as Jackie Shawn in Hal Ashby's, "Shampoo".

Columbia Pictures Corporation

1975

Harry Goaz Says . . .

"When I was but a wee little lad, I used to swim in the pool at the Shamrock Hilton Hotel (aka the Cork Club) in Houston Texas. It was one of the richest, greediest, crook-filled pools in the United States."

She Looked

Talked to Maria Holly about Winnie (the dog unit) this afternoon.

She looked great!

Maria, not the dog.

Bardot

Brigitte Bardot

Don't Call Me Dude, Part VII

Pages 83, 84, 85, 171,172, 181, and 187 ripped, tossed or hidden from the Encyclopedia Of Mayhem.

Princess Superstar

a.) everybody wanna come up when I'm at the bar

b.) all of them other chicks wanna take my place

c.) get goin' with the Mastercard, max it hard

d.) you see what I can do on a microphone

e.) all of the above

The Party

During the first week she walked up and down the halls by herself and thought about this. She planned about being with some bunch almost as much as she thought of music. Those two things were in her head all the time. And finally she got the idea of the party.

She was strict with the invitations. No Grammar School kids and nobody under twelve years old. She just asked people between thirteen and fifteen. She knew everybody she invited good enough to speak to them in the halls - and when she didn't know their names she asked to find out. She called up those who had a telephone, and the rest she invited at school.

Bettina Gilois

Santa Fe, New Mexico
58 1/2" x 72"

Ben Heine

Martin

Flesh and Acrylic

2011

Two Cats And The Letter "A"

MGMT

Andrew VanWyngarden Of MGMT backstage in Barcelona.

Michelle Obama: "The girls love him."

Kool Marder: "It's got a good beat and you can dance to it."

G O D: "The best band in the world."